by William Engelman

Created on: August 08, 2009

Forest Destruction

Catapult me to oblivion,

For divine intervention

Has long swallowed its existence.

I shall sing to the heavens!

Until a life of my own

Can carry itself out amongst

The stars.

To walk along the boardwalks

Of justice and hate,

And all things created.

By one carved hand

Together we shall lift our voices

And no one shall come.

Another vulture has landed upon

This shoulder of black ice

Trying to chip it away,

Until the destination to

Tolerance has been reached?

Maybe another day in the sun

To help my soul wither?

Will be another day in the sun

That watched my soul finally crumple,

As I let this aged butterfly

Leave my bleeding palms.

As another wise tree hits the earth.

Hoping it remembers this story

This tome of insolent hope.

Through its orange tattered wings

To its sea of desolation back home.

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