Before Wood
Watching a machine
rip open earth,
searching for a new home,
moving existing planets.
Rape layer after layer,
exposing lives, limbs,
reacting, reaching,
scurrying.
Dialing black rings, circular
mustard yellow Caterpillars
crawl over worms,
feeding.
Moving them here,
shove them there,
they'll be better suited
than where they came.
Observing a crime,
change worlds,
centering our souls,
Anew.
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