Deforestation/Rape of the Lands


Stephen W Emerick


Deep woods…

As the dreaded hood falls, finding

Few are left–

The smell of death…gas and oil and distress

Replacing what little is left.

And here, now,

As all the forests proceeding–

This place becomes to me

The eyes of ancestors

Seeking the land – -the lineage – the life

Lived before,

And I see eyes seeking me…

And find streams of tears:

The Cayahoga, the Miami, the waters of the Hocking, waters

Flowing again as they gather

At the certain shore of those whose hearts are longing;

And I find myself swearing an oath to these waters, hills, caves


These Forests

Sacred all–

An Oath: To give my breath to each and all…Before my fall.

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