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In the damp heat and tangle of Leaves and shoots and branches The trees slowly add ring after ring To their unmoving trunks. The ripping crack of a hardwood Forced to the ground Echoes across the forest floor And frightened animals Screech and scamper for safety. The relentless drone of saws Is heard stripping the trunk of its branches: Degraded to a log and dragged away in chains. The cover is lost, the canopy gone. And rain washes the soil away Ploughing gullies into the ground. The tracks of trucks are Slashes on the skin of the earth. The loading bays are Scars on the landscape. Inroads into a balanced world Made by human intruders. |
