Well, this is shit
This was tied to a light pole near work. If you can’t read it:
What does the sap say?
The sap says nothing.
Tree-blood
its only sound
comes in death
a ghostly gurgling
when its tree is felled
to feed our fires
or make way for industry.
Birds sing of the loss
of habitat and homes
and of advancing predators
until, lacking food or shelter
they sing here no more.
The sap says nothing.
That’s not poetry, it’s a super long bumper sticker. Political art is turrble, y’all.
I wonder how many trees are felled to make way for a solar panel farm?
September 26, 2023 — 5:41 pm
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