Gabriel Gonzalez
America
In the clearing
of a temperate, oak-filled forest,
a small log cabin
once stood.
Day after day,
a carpenter worked on expanding his cozy Home,
filling the forest
with the deafening
yet delicate
Cry
of his sawing and craftsmanship.
Delicately carved wooden furniture,
wide and spacious rooms,
a larger fireplace,
a softer bed,
a fuzzy carpet—
all new additions to his Home.
However, one day,
the exquisitely constructed roof caved in,
furniture collapsed,
and the fire was unleashed,
consuming his Home
in a roaring blaze.
The carpenter had failed
to notice the
infestation of vermin,
hidden in the cracks
of the trees he
had butchered,
that had corrupted
the place he once called
Home.
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