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The old Shaman

placed his hands

on the trunk

of an ancient tree


fitting his fingers

between the ripples and creases

of the bark,

until he heard a whispering –


“Oh, spare me from

the greed of the axe

and the fickle see-saw

of humanity!”


But from the distant edge

of the forest

the old Shaman also heard

the growl of a chain-saw


and he smelled the exhaust

and the gasoline,

and he heard the shouts

of timbering men


and so he bowed his head

and wept,

as a drop of pitch

landed on his cheek.



(c) 2019  Betty Hayes Albright


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