Poem: Accusation

 

Accusation

 

pinecones bob in windy anger,

pointing every which way.

 

we know! we know! they accuse.

 

so many fingers

flipping off humanity.

 

isn’t it obvious? don’t you see?

 

we the people, though,

act as if the pines have no right to speak.

 

we go about the task

of punching the forest,

 

as if it were our duty  

to abuse nature.

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1/13/24 ... shortened the 3rd to last line

1/12/24 ... modding this all day after posting it...