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For those who would compromise the forest


the spirits of the lost trees,

the spirits of the plants,

the moss spirits, the rock spirits

consign you to a hell of

no birds, a dry spare hell where

your name will not be known –

you will be known as desolation,

ruiner of planets, the lonely soul who

lives without the friendship of life,

without the solace of species –

the ghosts of those you have

pushed aside will follow you as

you move toward dryness, dust

and empty skies –

surely goodness and mercy will

leave your wretched life untouched

as you dwell forever in

a land without life,

trying to remember the sound

of birds, the sound of wind,

the sound of your own heart.



[Originally published in NHS 1997, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs97/index.html#1.]