Sometimes,
they think the forests must have been constructed,
around the railroad.
That the tracks were built up from Earth long ago,
in some far-off time,
before their time.
Really,
the highway stretches above the once-extended roots,
of ancient trees that scraped the sky.
But what of that?
Was in some far-off time,
before their time.
When,
to bring their pride in noise and pollution,
they first had to shatter the very mountains,
the very mountains that allowed them to rise above
To see what was once forest break, burn, and blister.
No wonder they crumbled them down,
unable to bear witness to the devastating design
of our creation.
Posted in response to the challenge My Plea.
Comments
This is brilliant! I love how you play with your readers expectations in that first line. Also, "shatter the mountains" is such a great image!
I am speechless. Those last three lines have rendered me blind with pain and anger, yet I'd now like to go out and become a conservationist. Thank you for writing this inspirational and beautiful poem.
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