Forest Dreams

I dreamt of devastation.

Beloved forest shorn

Mountain halved raw

by men intent on
"A Good Day’s Work"

Trees dragged trunkwise

    limbs waving in protest
          (or is it fear)

ruts forced
channels plowed

earth shoved aside.

Grass clumps mark

ragged edge wounds.

Dirt roads

Scraped naked bare.

Huddled stumps

collapsing sideways in protest.

I felt no sadness.         Instead?

Heaviness.

Inevitability.

Memories fading.