1.0 rich hearthis.at https://hearthis.at 150 100% See the full presentation here: http://armedwithvisions.com/2012/03/13/b-j-elzinga-remembering-the-dead Sinuously curving road early morning quiet disturbed by logging trucks, fat, belching accomplices in a mass murder. Looking north, I wince; clearcuts deface the land as acne on skin. Smell of fresh asphalt penetrates my nostrils. Trucks roar by leaving an ache in my heart. Tall, naked trees callously chopped bound tightly on a flat bed. In the forest smell of fresh cuts overpowers the stench of humanity. Rings attest a longevity beyond human endurance. How long have these gentle giants stood strong and proud? What have they seen? As another truck screeches by eyes focus on flat bed. Tears, like sawdust, fly. I hate piles of trees riding horizontally but what hurts most are grand old ones filling the truck alone. B.J. Elzinga September 23 1987 Earth First! https://img.hearthis.at/2/8/3/_/uploads/5139434/image_track/1047428/w1200_h628_q70_ptrue_v2_----cropped_4b134875c6debfbdb008458aa4911bb4_1475186382.jpg 1200 628 ]]> Warriorpoets https://hearthis.at/warriorpoets-ir/