Evergreens herringbone misty hillsides
where they await shark-toothed saws,
then are stricken, stripped, trucked, and dumped
beneath chimneys pumping ashes,
where the trees-- oozing stumps await their selection
to be lumber for sprouting prisons
or paper for poets' pens.
Some lie in triangles of parallel wooden rods,
trim like the tomb-stones of Arlington;
others helter-skelter like bodies in Bergen-Belsen
awaiting the harvesters
of their golden teeth.