Deforestation

Begins on its own,
No evidence denies,
Though often shown first
Over an ancestor’s eyes.

The process is tepid,
Far done when decrepit,
By then, we’ll just call it a tie.

For us, the losses seem endless.
Our soil has lost its defenses.
Til all that’s intact
Are the roots in the back
Between the two pale and bare mountains.

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