Good Friday

How I feel about the trees that are being killed on Good Friday

GOOD FRIDAY
April 6, 2007

Even the bulldozer reclines
to honor the divine
on this good day. So the trees
live to see another breeze;
to poke
another cloud as the kookaburras
share another joke
upon their sieve of leaves.
When the reprieve
is over, there will be no more trees
in the sky; no more wings;
nor lizards, snakes, nor peace
upon the earth. Just tires and
shoes and streets.