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as in Presbyterian Church in America
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Joined September 10, 2019

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The Victim

April 10, 2020

your forests are my second homeland. I spend
long weekends walking along twisting trails,
waking to clear mornings dripping with dew,
finding striped salamanders between boulders.
when it rains it pours
down my sweaty face, an all-natural cleansing.
the rushing rivers feel like forgiveness. I dream
of spending months in your embrace, wandering
among the spindly trees and ridges sculpted into
thin peaks and spires that rise into the clouds.
I’ll walk to the melodic beat of your heart,
a symphony composed within the wilderness.
some days I imagine that your forests are on
fire and burn to ash, a black scar along your
fair face, and I shudder, but soon remember that
the woods are still green and growing, remaining
my secret haven. I am so selfish. when I return
home I drink from plastic water bottles that
poison your bloodstream and when I turn sixteen
I’ll drive a car that runs on gasoline, pouring CO₂
into your lungs and watching you choke on
the fumes from the factories that make my clothing,
and for how much I love your forests I say
“I can do nothing to help you”
and move on to let you burn with a fever I have
created, die of this disease we injected into your
veins but can no longer control. I apologize
for the pain we have caused you, but what does
it matter if I do nothing to cease this raging war
within you? there is only one right course of action.
we must erase this toxicity we have placed in
your organs, a black ink that spreads like a
cancer. the time is now, and only now. in a hundred
years the coral will be bleached to death, how
long will it be before your forests follow? I have
come to realize that, no matter how many times
people talk about the victim and villain, they will
never realize that they are the villain in this
poisoned dance, and the forgotten victim is the
one they trample beneath their feet.

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