Poem Fifteen: Rainforest

The Amazon forest is nearly gone.

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This is the burning season.

What was streaming has dried up.  

Churches built by the bodies 

of fallen trees.  

The Karipuna tribe says 

we are surrounded in clouds.  

What happens

when a star dies?  

A man can survive

with the beating of two hearts.  

Spirits, smoke, 

forgotten gods.

The hum of chainsaws

and gunshots grows louder.

God comes with mud.

Seeds to open in ash.

Does God open a seed

in ash?  

Who will remember

the names of trees?

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