by Thomas Kurkoski

Created on: December 22, 2008

from the first day I saw the besieged forest

brown twisted and dying

I felt akin to it some how, some way

shadowy and crumbling

dust soon enough

as the insects ate at them

belly-crawling and gnawing

and I stood there

in the midst of their decaying halls

arms outstretched

begging the bugs to attach to me

and insert their teeth into my flesh

it was not fair

that I should stand there

witnessing this extinction

and stroll through without nary

a bite mark

and I beseeched the dying earth

to attack me as I strode

to lay me at the feet of the trees

a sacrifice

let them thrive in my death

I begged

but the insects

busy with deathly burrows

paid me no heed

and I left that forest

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