Poem: "Lament For The Cypress" by Dawn M. Wittke
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Lament For The Cypress - by Dawn M. Wittke
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Lament For The Cypress
Her thousand year old tears streak
a lyrical slide on their race down
move slow like lava
Gravity confused by the strength at which she holds it
Let us harvest this wealth—thousand year old cypress. Our children, and their children,
and their children’s children will never see the like of them again. Not a worry!
We can gather wealth! We can become rich! And what do they want of the swamp anyway? We will give them a cage, in a city, where they never have to worry about this heat again.
by Dawn M. Wittke
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