Stone faced
The soldiers fall
Before an onslaught
Of screaming teeth
Until whispered screams
Become unbearable
And I turn my back
On the massacre
What else can I do
When we need
Another parking lot
To justify billions of
Black blood sucking ticks
There is no time
Space or papers served
For generations of
Fox squirrel
Raven and praying mantis
No thought to
Each little alveoi
Of our master lung
Or even a remembrance
Of lovers
Who once dallied
Beneath emerald canopies
As it becomes
With every other life
No longer convenient
Stripped of able limb
And dignity
The voiceless evicted
Flee the only home
They have ever known
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