Tree-
Feeble brown scabs
Line a tall stick
Of detonated dynamite.
The eruption-
Jade plumes crowning
An abstract skull.
Upon jagged rapiers fencing
In a summer gust-
Bulged buds bloom
Like sharpened ulcers,
Corroding it’s wooden blades.
Cancerous roots
Raise the concrete
Path’s we’ve placed-,
Yes, Nature's metastasis
Would devour the Earth-
If we didn't wire her jaw.
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