December 28th:
he feast of the Holy Innocents
.. those 2 year old baby boys
slaughtered by Herod
in his mad search for the little
Jesus..
December 28th.. when little
baby trees.. slaughtered
.. begin to show up on the curb
their resident flightless
baby birds and squirrels
long smashed or scattered
other trees' green flesh turned
into ephemeral wrapping paper
and Christmas cards
.... forests shattered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem