Horizon

I'm surrounded by past trees,

Lying like useless documents,

Vandalised table tops

And discarded cartons.

All the birds and animals around my house

Share one crowded tree.

The trees in my neighbour's yard

Are marked with bright red crosses,

The axe from this morning's work

Lies beside the next tree, its inevitable fate

Left to sink in, realise this isn't a dream.

Today was a bad day

Hopefully we can do better tomorrow.

I point at the looming moon and

My mum says for the thousandth time that

The moon will cut my ear as karma.

If one tree was planted for how many

Times my ear has been cut,

I would have a forest to walk in,

Stretching far to the horizon.