Death of Trees (and Love)
When broken trunks crack open and fall down
Inside your forest, do you hear? Is there
A crumbling, crashing sound that makes you frown?
Is suffering deafened none of your affair?
Perhaps you think there isn’t any noise,
No broken tree, no wheezing, and no pain.
Perhaps that perfectly explains your poise.
Your inner ears are not required to strain
Themselves to listen to a distant gasp.
Do Juliets hear Romeos swallow?
Did Antony hear Cleopatra’s asp?
Are both your heart and pyramids hollow?
..An oak dies. That is something you don’t sense.
….This is a form of growing abstinence.