Morning Trees IV

Nervous cretins climbed
up and down all the time,
then grew up

into prideful cretins
concerned with productivity
and saving face
in front of other
nervous cretins

while they destroy
those same trees
they used to hug and name.

Their memory is sparse
when you confront them on it.

Author: Aidan Badinger I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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