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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