FIVE PARAGRAPH ESSAY ON THE ASH BEETLE
1.
It all comes down to my wanting to make the world
slightly better & in reality
probably making it slightly worse
2.
I excrete elements the trees breathe
& excrement the trees eat
3.
I once hoped my little pickup notes & the casual mending
of mental errors performed therein
would amount to some light diminishment
of the ongoing catastrophe,
but I kneel down in the dirt to pick up money
& in so doing spill motes of the wrong kind of dust
among the native dander
4.
The firewood I burn while composing a harmless verse
introduces a deadly bore
to the frail forest
5.
Watch the firs turn orange as aspens:
the string of deaths I cause will long outlast me
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