By Shannon Lake in Wisconsin,
bulldozers clear the forest.
As if someone I loved had died,
or worse, been killed.
A person, a human being,
ordered this to be done.
We’re supposed to accept it.
Who accepts grief?
Death, wind blowing,
no branches
to stop it.
Kenneth Pobo has a new book out in May from Circling Rivers called Loplop in a Red City. His work has appeared in: Colorado Review, Mudfish, Nimrod, The Fiddlehead, and elsewhere.
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