Dead Tree

We have hammers and we have nails

but the wood for the house is termite-ridden

and the truth has long been hidden

in the roots that we can’t see

in the ground beneath the long dead tree

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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