COMMUNITIES AGAINST CAPITALISM

Death in the Woods (Keres)

Corn Swaying in the rhythm of the wind-
  Graceful ballerinas,
  Emerging at the edge of the forest.
All dip and dance;
  Wind tunnels thought long silken hair.
  Golden teeth-seeds.
Trees chatter nervously
  Awakening sky in fright,
  Pointing at Woodman.
A mighty thud!  Blow leaves deep scar;
  He strikes again…
Corn mourns golden tears,
  Rows, praying for fallen brother.
Jay mocks the greedy beast
  Who has doomed majestic brother.
  His life home.
Wind tosses leaves aside as
  Woodman tramps on his way,
  Ax dripping oak’s blood.
The forest, damp and silent,
  Mourning for lost Oak.
  And now remains but a
  Chirp of a lonely cricket and
  Silhouette of Woodman,
  Diminishing,
    beyond the
       saddened hill
            as the far
               sun sinks.