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Yo Dante
     - an Arboreal Manifesto
Yo Dante
I gotta tell ya, I’m sure
that once the arboreal revolution comes
and the remaining trees rule,
their first edict will be for the tumbrels
to gather up all of the poets
who write only
or two
words per line, each page
built on the slaughter of saplings.
And after them, the loggers
arsonists and marshmallow
roasters, all dropping
as if from a gallows built
of tree fall, smoke and the confetti
of a blue spruce weeping.
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