wood knows more of this
than you or surely me
trees stretching on and on
in rooted certainty
yet you deny their voice
hearing often and lone
the steadily clinking sound
of coin on coin on bone
when you have denuded
the soil of our past
assessed the worthy footage
bend one knee at last
and touch the ever
hardening
earth
George Ellington 
A sad tale.
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Sad indeed, Ben. And impossible to ignore.
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