Author's Note: When we did our stream of consciousness, I thought of a neighborhood invading nature, and nature unable to fight back. This came from riding my bike around the neighborhood, watching the heavy machines repave the roads and thought how we are the invasive species in nature. Normally, I'm not an "eco-nut", so I don’t know why this new part of me shows and if I'll continue to look at nature in this way. I'm not saying I'm going to suddenly join the Riverkeepers , but maybe I'll recycle once in a while now. I put this into a poem to work on an extended metaphor.
The trees,
The soldiers,
Fighting a losing battle.
The heavy machines,
Are tanks,
Dominating the war.
The soldiers,
Shot,
Bleed:
Red, yellow, orange.
The heavy machines,
The tanks,
Are parasites:
Invading, killing, enslaving.
The soldiers are destroyed,
Or enslaved.
The prisoners - caged,
Put on a leash.
The rebels,
The free-thinkers,
Cut down,
Before their ideas take root.
Their ideas,
Murdered, smashed, dashed,
On the concrete.
