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arms of protection long gone

published: 1-30-2020


I cried when the church men came to take away my grandmother's trees
chipping away at sheltering silent entities
that protected us as children, dear cousins and me,
as we discovered each other's unattainable fantasies

the old apple tree in the far back
where we picked rotten apples and filled up our sacks
long overdue for merciful death
after serving as launchpad for fairies headed west

and the colossus by the swingset crumbles into dust
forgotten dream-makers and squirrels' fervent lust

old and wizened giant crouching in front yard
backdrop for the most family photos by far
once offering its strong arms as solace for loss
now sits and condemns with a jagged cut across