ON KILLING A TREE

It takes much time to kill a tree,

Not a simple jab of a knife

Will do it.

It has grown

Slowly consuming the earth,

Rising out from it, feeding

Upon its crust, absorbing

Years of sunlight, air, water,

And out of its leprous hide

Sprouting leaves.

So hack and chop

Not so much pain will do it.

The bleeding bark will heal

And from close to the ground

Will rise curled green twigs,

Miniature boughs

Which if unchecked will expand again

To former size.

No,

The root is to be pulled out

Out of its anchoring earth;

It is to be roped, tied.

And pulled out-snapped earth;

Or pulled out entirely,

Out from the earth-cave,

And the strenght of the tree exposed,

The souce, white and wet,

The most sensitive, hidden

For years inside the earth.

Then the matter

Of scorching and choking

In sun and air,

Browing, hardning,

Twisting, withering,

And then it is done.

-By GIEVE PATEL