Never Satisfied Poem by Manonton Dalan

stumps; broken branches
litter piece of clearing
saplings torn and buried
once beautiful pine grove
where sweet birds singing
lost to give way to housing

where does snakes go now
in your crawl space; garden
will be playing your children
bees will sneak into your roof
hide in your closet; perfume
oh! they love that i reckon

others will die in misery
we are dominant specie
ruthless, hungry, greedy
making desert out of mountain
sea our giant trash bowl
worry not soon you bury me