Death Of A Gaint

Tree trunk, truck, track,
layers of it, packed on trucks
death of some thing beautiful
some thing needed


As it lies cut and bruised
chopped into logs
where it once stood
a giant among giants,

A crushing sound announces
it massacre,  bleeding dead
through the forest heard loud
and clear


A few more unknown victims
victimized in the process
a birds nest freshly made
tells tales of what once was


Layers of it packed on tracks
feasibility study made, they say
economic necessity, they say
yet oxygen we need, they say


Looking up, an emptiness
where once stood
a giant among giants

I am robbed of a view
and some oxygen
layers of it packed on trucks
Shame that is, real shame, I say