Tree Funeral

At the tree funeral
you will find no one
reading from the Good Book.
There will be trees sawed off
and giant vehicles
taking them away to be
cut down further and shaped
into houses, chairs,
pencils, paper, and books.
Some are cleared away to
make mansions and golf
courses, to the chagrin
of nesting birds, squirrels,
and other dwellers
of trees. The funeral
goes on daily and not
many attend the
wake, still asleep, without
thinking of the future.
If the forests of
the world disappear, soon
we will go next, and our
final resting place
will have no shade from trees.



Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal was born in Mexico, lives in California, and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poems online and in print have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Mad Swirl, Yellow Mama Magazine, and ZYX. His latest poetry chapbook, Make the Light Mine, was published by Kendra Steiner Editions. Luis recommends St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.


Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Sunday, November 10, 2019 - 23:47