DEATH of the TURPENTINES
They stand there, still
Stark, dark fingers of Accusation
Pointing upwards
Against a pale blue sky
“Look, they say
Silently
Look what you did to me”
Ring-barked for economy
A long slow death
Some would call it
Murder….
And the beasts
Below, who graze
Search endlessly
For shade
MA©️. Winter 2018
Memories of Nimbin, late 70’s
(Photos below of “What once was”)
