Burning Trees
My first attempt at a Villanelle
Do not speak to me of birds and bees,
For there's no value found in life,
I see not woods for burning trees.
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I walk among you as disease,
A tumour untouched by the knife,
Do not speak to me of birds and bees.
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My poisons powered by decrees,
With foul and festering half-life,
I see not woods for burning trees.
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I see you begging, on your knees,
While gluttons gorge on smoking strife,
Do not speak to me of birds and bees.
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And as my debris chokes the seas,
As pestilence and pain run rife,
I see not woods for burning trees.
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The heat is rising by degrees,
But profit comes 'fore child and wife.
Do not speak to me of birds and bees,
I see not woods for burning trees.
About the Creator
J.P. Williamson
I am an English Literature graduate on the autistic spectrum who is looking to finally get into creative writing, expand my skill set and connect with other creatives.
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