The Trees of Terror

There’s a terrorism of the trees,
the way they wave their branches in the wind,
they’re scaring people, worse than a disease.
When they fall the innocent are pinned

to the ground, their weekend houses are destroyed.
A sidewalk is uprooted by the roots,
it happens in slow motion but the void
is waiting and the trees are in cahoots

with the forces which would undermine
the anthropocentric. That is so subversive,
it is sordid, it is hard to define,
and it should be reported. Indecisive

citizens who’re leaning on a tree
are helping the enemy, it makes it worse,
and every tree pollutes. The land of the free
in need of more protection, it’s a curse

when the trees are in your own backyard,
and kids are falling out, with broken bones,
a new belief. Resistance isn’t hard,
the trees are there and we are throwing stones.

From a eucalyptus to a willow
they are willing accomplices. A rope
around a limb controls a neck, a slow
existence comes to an end. It may be hopeless

when we have so many trees around,
there was a desert prophet nailed up high
and dry on one. We have to hold our ground
and say a prayer, their branches break the sky.