Lately they’ve been cutting down trees,
burnt ones with blackened bark
and trunks, branches crisped of leaves,
and green trees with canopies intact.
Sides of roads are littered with chopped
logs and branches. I have seen them
at night, fierce lights mounted on trucks,
generators shuddering and jumping ,
the rasp of saws against wood dead
and alive. I have seen them in the forest.
And today you told me you noticed for
the first time how beautiful some trees are,
how the sun flickers through their leaves
onto your windscreen,
like the lights of a passing train.