DKGS: A Diary

And from the jungle grew a tree of steel

And leaves of glass

Roots of concrete plunged deep into the earth

Soaking up the gas, the oil

Pumping bolts of lightning in its veins

And this tree grew into a forest of twisted metal

Sand and lightning shifting and convulsing

Blowing in the wind through the fingers of tools

Trees cut down to build mightier redwoods

In greys and blacks

Marble for bark, flecked with the anger of termites

Drilling into the brain of plants

Into the rigid nucleus

Wiring the rest of the plant

Assigning function

And still the tallest trees are cut down

By jealous birds

Destroying the squirrels

And even the owls

A nest disbursed no longer is a nest

A fallen branch may be an ant’s freeway

Bridging the gaps

Perhaps even between trees

And from this world of grey grew so much more

And slowly the green trees of antiquity subsided

And from the ruins of this ruined jungle

Grew a new day

The dawn of an era of destruction

Destroying the need for advancement

Breeding regression

But the hum of the new forest lulls us

A great song to sleep to

And a slumber broken only by the hailing of the morning

We have replaced the nightingale

And yet he sings our sleep

Where can he perch when the trees have no branches?

In this tree of clay and steel

I sit and wait

Peeking through the leaves

Without connection to the air beyond

And between the leaves drops of sunlight drip

Now is the eve of an age

Nature suppressed

For the sake of a new nature

The nature of humanity

Look to the nightingale

A simpler time when trees were made of wood

Now sings he us to sleep

And soon to rise

In leaves of glass