So many crosses
all strung together
An ugly, gaudy necklace
the Mother wears
one would wonder
why she lets herself be
choked, strangled
by the parasites
wrapping the great chain
ever tighter.
One shudder!
and she could be free
But ah, she wants it not
removed -
she wears it in honour,
a memorial.
For each cross stands to mark the many deaths
of her Arboreal Children
that were cut to make way for it
and the outlets it serves
(if you can figure out what this is about, i'm proud of you)
well nevermind ill just tell you. i live in Georgia, U.S.A and its about power lines. the crosses are power poles and theMother is mother earth. by the way the word 'arboreal' means as, of, like, or pertaining to trees, so those are trees, children of the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
alas, I was floundering on thoughts of wal mart outlets, til Hope Purple lit my thoughts