Popular board stories

that trees remember,

are reflections upon their relatives,

those who have gone before them.

Urban myths

that have been claimed

as construction

of wooden structures,

composed of tree lives given up

for the yield of slave lumber

to another species’ cause.

Oh they, the trees themselves,

remember.

They are trees

that still communicate

about and with

those who’ve passed.

The ground will eventually absorb

their wood, their sawdust,

their burned ash

just like it will absorb

their captors in the end.

It will be a long time coming

when we humans,

as vanquishers,

all meet fiber to face.

What sacred trust,

so broken here,

then will mend

but for now

the silent acknowledgment

of service

as popular board stories,

from shade to heat to shelter,

for another species’

adoration to the sun . . .

lives on . . .