And now, when I walk along the road
and pass the rows upon rows
of evergreen
it takes me back
to the moment in time
when
everything was placed
in order
where everything we owned
had a position

Because the girl,
laying in pieces
cannot, ever, pull hard enough
to bring the forest back to
the beginning
before the farmers wife
before the cattle
and oil burning lamp

Running now,
I breathe, but breath comes slowly
and the air grows cold
it gathers
in the back of my throat
in an instant
I remember
that night

when I, wholeheartedly
under the planted evergreen,
placed her body
bit by bit
in little rows
for the wildlife
for diversity, because an ecosystem cannot flourish
with such uniformity