Swollen Bones

rest my foot on your grave

you and hundreds like you

cleared this plateau

with saw and axe

bones beneath me

swollen by labour

bulges of muscle long gone

and how the praise

fell to you

like shaken leaves

from the axe

ninety years later

I curse you!

That giant forest disappeared

but for this fragment behind the cemetery

treachery, outrage

as we shake our heads

upturning pasture

planting rainforest trees

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