Poem: Mimes

 

Mimes

 

trees mime

the pain of what was lost.

 

they could have been left alone

to live and combine.

 

birds could have

supplied a robust pulse.

 

the wind might have strummed,

lush of balalaika.

 

not splintered guitars.

not cracked cellos.

 

but screechy saws keep butchering the trees

to build pricey cubes.

 

humans and humans and humans 

grow to consume thrice as much.

 

can such creatures feel the loss of the trees?

trembles from topples of distant tremors

 

in their bones?

 

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1/20/26

12/10/25 mods

My brother liked the book, Invisible Man, but this poem, in his honor, wasn't quite on topic.  Similar, though, in the invisibility.