Coastal Tree-planting



Do these tears fall

Running like blood

Down my face

Of thought.


As I stumble

Through skeletal remains

Of fallen rainforests

My beautiful children

And the hope for tomorrow

Seem choked

By unnecessary greed.


How can I plant?

When I can’t see

Through tears

And my ears

Can find no shelter

From the cries of rape.                           Nov 3, 1993