Memory Fragments: Probity

Lively Woods

It was a forest of machinery like no other. From a fruit, it gave birth to my mechanical mother
I am the white beaver. He who wishes a river of blood. A river where swimming I find my brother
You and I differ from one another. We live in these lively woods, but we live death to each other
The closer we become, a new mother is born. A fact that, to you, it does not seem to bother

Why would you not speak to me, dear brother? Was I too hasty to pull you out of mother?
Why would you not hear me, silent as you are? Am I to talk you out of your peaceful rest?
Why would you not see me back, shut off sibling? Who is keeping you from my shutter?
Why would you not feel my love, homesick heart? Are you afraid to enter my beating chest?

Our mother has died after so long, and you do not seem to care about her dying wish!
We must spread her seeds throughout these woods, for life must give way to itself once more
What is wrong with a stillborn tree? Given time and care, it blossoms too into a perfect finish!
With blood red glow, it reflects light into the river, making color equal to what mother stood for

Given space and nourishment, these woods become livelier. Just far enough apart to not mix
What is wrong with cross-breeding our mother's seeds? Am I sick for saying so once more?
What thrives in diversity, I say, is nothing we should fix. I shall fetch even more foreign sticks!
...I am sorry, my brother. From sticks and stones, I know the lore. Our mother is not a whore

They hurt you. They hurt her. But they hurt no more. Lively as they are, their wood is death
Chewed out and spit back, I managed to get a taste for good seeds we can use to plant
Untainted by red, virgin wood pieces should suffice. Almost extinct, but they still draw breath
Far away into the heart of these lively woods. That is where we will do our seed's transplant

...Beware of the birds who fly high. Into the night, they see yet still; eyes dark like spotlight
Are we safe down here, I wonder? Black as you are, they cannot see the likewise heart
Stay close to me, brother. My protector. My hiding decoy I use against their piercing moonlight
Mother is with us. From the start, she has been our every part. All this is for her new start

...Be careful of the sniffing wolves. Into the still air, they sleuth yet still; noses like reapers
Is mother safe staying still, I wonder? Red as she is, they cannot smell her halted blood flows
Stay in us, mother. Our shield. Our masquerading against their coagulating of our jeepers
They cannot scare us. They smell not the fear in our blood, but how a mother's love grows

The woods are a maze. They are forever a habitat for the lost and never found
But I found you floating away. Where I to have blockaded the river's flow, you would be stuck
I thought you drowned! I thought you borrowed from her ground. I thought you all around
This is just a bit further in! Our safe haven. Our start anew. The roots of our family's ruck

Were these our mother's first seeds, we would not have such a lively scenery enclose us
But she has given birth to many a child. Her roots are tangled and sucking life from each other
I do my best to gnaw them out, but I cannot do this alone. This is past the point of discuss
As was I, back then. Now it is you who she will draw blood from. A new seed for a new mother

I am white. Devoid of her reddish sustenance. You are black. Stale, but still full of life
Old enough to replace me, my dear brother. Keep the woods alive! Keep mother nature alive
She who gives all to us, it is now time to give back. Such is the fate of all natural wildlife
...Machine kills, yet mother gave us life. From your oil she should, new life, new hers, derive