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Trees Don’t Make It PSH Everyday I look out and see The ugly green trees Standing guard in front of my house And I think to myself Who owns the trees? And what do they think of us? Are we their friends? Are we their enemies? What do the trees think? Or do they silently watch us, Spies to the celestial emperor? I have pondered this question Many a morning Who is the owner of these trees? And why do they silently watch us? I wonder if the trees don't hate us And why they don't protest Every day as we drive back and forth Emitting poison gases from our mechanical asses Right into their unprotected faces And every night we eat our dinner And then give the trees Our polluted leftovers And laugh as they silently die From our acidic fallout Constantly floating down on their skin Yes, I wonder about the trees And the birds and the bees And everyone else What are they thinking? Are they plotting revenge? Or are they merely there Silently, watching, plotting, Designing fiendish plots of revenge Dreams of vast nuclear destruction Cosmic diseases wiping out everyone in the ass Yes, I wonder and dream and ponder What is the meaning of those silent green trees? Standing on the corner Quietly condemning us With their quiet tears, and falling leaves In the winter they stand Naked and alone Covered with ice-cold snow As we drive by nice and warm And we don't care As they stand out in the cold Shivering, plotting warm plans of cosmic revenge Is it too late for us To become friends with the trees? Or will the day come When the trees will wake up And gather together All of the other slaves of humanity I have a vision One morning I will open the door And see an army of wild things Led by the green trees Coming to arrest me For crimes against nature And I will plead, I did not know And they will laugh and turn me all of my kind Into silent tombs And we will stand out in the cold Like the green trees Plotting dreams of revenge Forever and ever Until our day finally comes And we can go out and kill all the wild things Perhaps we already have This poetry writing prompt was submitted by Matt Mellor: Write a poem personifying something inorganic like a building or a machine. What has it seen throughout its ‘life’? How does it feel about change? How does it smile or signify happiness? Play with this voice and see what it wants to say. Example – The Beam Engine I still feel empty, since my organs were taken away. Though it has been decades since my heart was full of coal and my lungs breathed my beam up and down. The rumble deep beneath the earth is long gone. I’m thankful for the birds that nest in my skull and the occasional squirrel or shrew that settles at my feet. It seems the trade-off for a long life is that you must be still because these little creatures spark with speed and color. There is much-needed motion at my feet. Not from workers talking about the shift and bosses about new seams. But chirps, squeaks, and the rustle of leaves. If you write a poem from this prompt, post it as a comment underneath the prompt in the Poetry Super Highway Facebook Group. #napowrimo #poetry F |