Clearcut

I was hiking one day only to discover the mountain I was on was being clearcut. I continued through a sea of old friends I would never see again it was a hurt that I still don't have enough words for.

 

Crawling though the pile of fallen giants

smelling their pungent death.

A reminder like none other of what we have done.

I'm sinking into the reality of your words

and I get back.

Back to something I once had

and which somewhere in this crusade

was left dead,

like the death that brought me back.

Always there is something

so serene and so ultimately peace

so near

we need only to stop and look

and it would be seen.

Instead we crawl through the sea

of murdered and forgotten life,

not understanding

the deeply rooted pain

that comes from the destruction

of that which we are.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. The people will destroy land and property with empties homes everywhere. I wish we were like some of the Europe countries. Cities surrounded by forest for the people to enjoy. Losing a forest or a mountain leave us feeling empty and sad. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

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this holds a haunting sadness and rips at the heart..you bleed on the pages with this emotive write..