In the Woods
Green lichens like trees, familiar color
of leaves, kin on some level.
Names carved in bark, trunk sports trendy tattoos,
man’s stupidity displayed.
Logs rot, survivors ignore fallen comrades,
hungry for all they give.
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love the “trendy tattoos, man’s stupidity displayed.” so true
I really enjoyed this consice poem
yes to:
kin on some level.