7 December 2008 § Leave a comment
i heard one day that we walked through the forest,
and i wasn’t aware we’d gone in.
but then i could smell the
pines, and the
crunch of the leaves
underfoot let me know
that they placed us there
by saying so.
i heard one day that we killed the trees,
and i wasn’t aware we’d done so.
then i could smell
the piney sap, and the
stickiness on my hands
felt like photosynthetic blood.
and by them saying so,
we cut the forest.
i’ve heard it said,
that i killed the sun,
whispers they repeat,
that it doesn’t rise any mornings
and you sat in darkness mourning.
i wasn’t aware that
i’d gone on.
but you could hear
the final whisper through the timbered land
because they said so.