Culture

By Anonymous (not verified) , 1 June, 2024
Every tree that survives this image-crumbling dry spell
is statutory, and those holding on to layers of story
       on that targeted “farmland”, surviving the record-keeping
       as much a record-making, weep sap for what is to come.
They sense their destruction, the modes of approval
that allow images to blur across the world so we composite
       the fragments of who we are with where we have been.