Supplicant to the sky god
bare branches upheld
a halo of thorns
twist and writhe in the wind.
Orange spraypaint
crossing out your existance.
People will gaze at the empty hillside,
barren landscape,
unable to remember what once was.
And you will be forgotten
lost in time
no one left to worship
and seek your shelter.
Ranginui* weeps
over all his lost children
destroyed by those
hell bent on dominance
over everything -
living or dead.
The land soaks up his tears
saturated to the point
where it subsides
to make way for the new.
Devouring sinners in its path
erasing the old
and bringing new hope
But it is too late for the old
King of the Forest.
* Ranginui is the Maori sky-god.
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This is a strong poem, the loss of a big tree is a terrible thing, and impacts on all life. So sad.
Are you a Kiwi too? Kia ora.
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