Hidden behind this curtain
of green and green
a shameful gash gleams red
where spring flowers grew
where acres of ancient woods
sheltered hidden lives
are freshly-mangled mounds
of trunks and tangled roots
the cloak of greed drapes
heavy on these hills savaged
by decree by men
whose empty buildings echo
like vacant hearts
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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