for the treehuggers

land. memories fall swiftly upon
cases of compact discs which, collect music
and reference art in mausoleums.
the road screams blue to Arkansas from
the district of these systems, communication
vague and effervescent.
backwoods trees and carcasses,
fish soil moments from the past
and fling forward vices and pain
stretched as far biblical lies,
the stomped and downtrodden green melodies
of your eyes.
and as orange blossoms
the oak tree falls before loving foxes.
a rebel soul will keep marching
between defined lines, a pilgrim,
preservation of life and truth:
the children of trees
are too late
and so unbecoming. as stars:
unreachable
unquenchable
undeniable;
we are going wrong.