sick of the woods : a poem of sorts

strangers passing by on the trail

leaving signs on the trees and in the brush

making refugees of the wild

so much trash so much noise so much graffiti so much harm to trees and flowers

the ditches there and back are full of bones and death

invasive species of plants and insects

brought here by industrialized conservation and consumerism in tires and in lumber

every year some new allergies or itch for people and death by beetle for the trees

the intensity of the sun and erratic weather with climate change

every trace being left behind

just sick of the woods as society invades them every pleasant day and weekend



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