the initials of two lovers
are carved into the centuries-old tree
that sits at the edge of a forestbeside it is an axe
left behind by the lumberjack
who cut down its friendacross the road is a pond,
filled with chemicals
from the factory next doorthe lovers will be forgotten.
the lumberjack won't remember all the trees he's cut.
the factory will not remember the waste it fed the fish.
but the dying earth will.
- the earth never forgets
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MOONCHILD ; poetry ii
Poetryif i want to die, i'll strive to live as much as i want to die