cordwood


where a strong tree once stood
now there is a hole
deep past the roots
that were once a foothold
of perserverance
there is just black
dark black soil
full of rocks and souls
a pit of despair
in what was once
picturesque

the tree stoodfast
against the trappings
of its being
the wind
the sun
the rain and snow
the tree took it all
without complaint
(aside from every once and awhile
letting out a groan or two)
it took the suffering on its
back
without relent
until the day
a man with a motorized blade
took it down in ten minutes--
to improve his view