Generation After Generation

They followed an idea

out onto a limb

and it broke

and they fell down

through the smoke

and into the fire

and the flames burned

and they learned lessons

only after it was too late

and their children

climbed the same tree

and they met

the same fate

and if this tree

could only speak

it would ask them

what it is they seek

and why

generation after generation

they must keep taking

it’s limbs with them

when they fall

and, why bother climbing

at all

when they could

just as easily

gather kindling on the ground…

 

 

 

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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