You chop us down and stack us up
but we trail our roots behind, strong tethers;
unsevered; vibrant.
You mean to harm us, hurt us,
take us into your dark places
where only you belong:

You may not.  
We are not willing;
We are not dying;
We are wholesome despite your destruction.
Cart your own pain away;
Plant your own damn shame.

We are a forest, and
We have nothing to do with you.

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