Let’s Start Talking About the Trees
December 5, 2015 § 2 Comments
(What Kind of Times Are These)
And I won’t tell you where it is, so why do I tell youanything? Because you still listen, because in times like theseto have you listen at all, it’s necessaryto talk about trees.–Adrienne Rich
There’s a tongue of water between three continents where the waves are low
and the old trade routes marked now by a chain of rubber boats
washed out on a shore next to the bodies of children
too young to take off their wet shoes.
I’ve swum there picking up shells and antique verses, but don’t be fooled
this is not about an ancient time, this is not their wars but ours too,
we are all killing someone somewhere and then run for our lives
from our own children who only know war and flight.
I won’t tell you what else we could do, it would take longer than
to close all the doors and roll down the blinds
or throw all the bombs on the evils we don’t understand:
I know already who will shout ‘coward’ or ‘fool’ or both.
And I won’t tell you either anything about the trees
because the trees, too, are drowned or burnt or cut or fake
but since we must talk, since it’s necessary,
let’s start talking about the trees.