I gave you a tree and you said tree and then cut and cut until you were hoarse with calling back the rings back the branches. I gave you wind and you thought it was a box a sheet something to cart away all you had burned. I gave you land and you dug a pit a canal you dug stone from a quarry and now look look at the statues one by one how they resemble you.
From Without Wings by Laurie Lamon. Copyright © 2009 by Laurie Lamon. Used by permission of CavanKerry Press, www.cavankerrypress.org. All rights reserved.