They came with bulldozers and chainsaws
Tagged numbers on our trunks
Beasts ran for the hills
With retracted claws
They felled us, cut us into chunks.
I watched silently as they came for me
Branches trembling in the breeze
A whistle blew, I knew they'd be
On their way home now for their tea.
The horrific day turned to night-time black
I await now for them to come back
To take me to the others on the stack.
23rd July 2009
this poem is one of my favorites. Like your new background, by the way.
ReplyDeleteMine too! It's brighter and easier to look at, thanks Kately. :)
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