The Trees Witness

A line between rows of green,

a road of modernity divides Romance

in two, separates the dead

from the living.

 

The flames erupted like fireworks,

spontaneous and sparking–

the sky alight.

Billowing clouds of gray toxicity flood

the air

as the red orange waves

engulf all that is alive.

 

Oxygen is swallowed lustfully

by the vibrant colors crawling

in the path of burning alive.

Life turns brown and flakes

of their screaming singing skin

flutters on the howling wind.

 

The trees witness their fellows

as they are devoured by the angry screams

of fire.

They watch their kind scream and writhe

in the path of hell.

 

I watched, very much the same,

as your veins pulsated,

your thin eyelids closed,

(shuttering bright blue skies)

and your breath crackled.

Fingers tensed under you,

toes curled and neck arched,

your breaths coming in gasps, now.

 

But unlike those living trees witnessing death,

I was witnessing a smaller one.

And I hope I suffocate,

before I let you choke.

 

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Wish for Wilderness

Creaking crackling metal

runs over clacking tracks.

Lights flashes

through windows

and a voice

announces your arrival.

 

Arrival isn’t steady solid being,

it’s a temporary state

as easy to strip away

as taking a single small step.

Arrival morphs into leaving

much too easily.

 

Give me a moonful serenade,

crickets and frogs competing

with silence.

The shadows of tree branches

my only friends.

The light from fireflies

enough to read by.

 

Whispering rivers my religion

as grass bends and sways

to whistling winds.

 

Give me freedom to dream,

and sleep, and love

something wholly other

than you, or me, or them.

 

Give me silence and deafening sound,

give me hope that no one is around

to steal what shouldn’t be possessed.