Out of the woods

noble trees
stretched broken
born before boots
beat a new drum
in these woods
and bare feet
and deerskin walked
softer paths
fifteen thousand years
in the making
raped in fifty
what remains

Blindness with eyes
backpacks and boots
chains, saws, cables
steel ships to Asia
and the mills
golf courses
where perfect girls
and boys in dark
glasses and black
shirts ride green
Jimdeeres on tarmac
for those taking the
Air

Bosses in regional
development where
everyone chases
a buck, economies
profit or a salary to
meet a mortgage
or a banker or
medication costs
keep it up
as the final firs
Weep their last

i saw them today
because i could
and you took me
after fifty years
since as a boy
looking for silence
i found the home
of letters
where leaves rustled
and giant cedars
peeped in pictures
saying
come to me.