tree

when i die

i will be a tree

standing tall

passive

peacefully slumbering

until the machines come

with their whirring blades

and the smell of death

and tear me

limb by limb

a p a r t

the humans can’t leave me be

in their minds

i’m a waste of space

the oxygen i provide

the shelter

the beauty

it is nothing compared

to the dreadful monotony

the horrible expanse

the empty void

of a brand new

parking lot