The subtle bouquet of life’s leafy green
devoured by the hot friction of steel.

The sun-ripened sweetness of deciduous flesh
rendered to powder by man’s industrial teeth.

Tears of sap flow, leaves scattered like severed fingers
curling inward towards rigor and death.

The idling beast surveys the remaining victims,
a forest’s death row awaits the next execution.

Published by

Lisa Hoadley

One 4-week internship short of a Journalism diploma (College of the North Atlantic, NL). Freelance writer/photographer specializing in travel and lifestyle assignments. 8th Place Winner in the 15th Annual Writer's Digest Short Short Story Competition; 4th Place in Writer's Digest Writing Competition, Magazine Article Division.

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