Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Tit for tat


Bit by bit
the hill is cut.

Was that
its only fault,
be close to rail routes?

Quarried the stone but
as gravel on rail tracks.

Don't trees feel when cut,
as we close our ears shut?

Yonder some mountains spit
lava on people's thereabouts,
a la tit for tat.


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