Execution Day

Today the trees

came tumbling down

one by one

by one by many

sky-high spires

summarily severed

shorn remains

stacked, tumbreled away

'the forest is dead

long live the forest.'

Feast of Lives

We only live
one life, maybe two
during our days

unless we read
then I have had at least
ten thousand more

myriad selves
through the ages
in global places

in many guises
troublemakers, heroes
from all sides of the tracks

empresses
artists
politicos

fortune-hunters
space explorers
clowns

cats and dogs
flying horses
even Loraxes

the list goes on
and on and on and on
in magnificent panoply.