This twenty minutes of fury and sadness

by Judy Panucci, Australia

So, next door there were these trees see
Nothing much to sing about
A stray Jacaranda
Shade for our veranda;
Self-seeded wattles
Creating soils and mottles
Yellow Gum giants
Standing tall, defiant
Leaves like scimitars
Bark marked, full of scars
Fringed bowers full of flowers
Gum nuts swellin’ up
Sugar Gliders cruising’ in
Supping all the nectar up
Gangster Goanna sauntering
Stealing eggs and slurping up
Lazin’ round and burping up.

But she’s just an old bag, bet she’s a real nag
She’s such a dumb wit; talking quick, she’ll chuck a fit
The tree hugging slag.

So, there were all these trees see
But not anymore
Not anymore.
Used to be, see
Now, nothing to see.

The scraggy wattles fell
To the chainsaw’s rattle.
Jacaranda groaned
But gave no prattle
As its limbs were torn.
Trunks screamed long as it writhed and twisted
While handfuls of purple
Hurtled down, down, down
So the Dual Oc could rise
’N’ what a surprise!
Needed air conditioning
Heat kept on swishing in
No shade for the veranda
From the felled Jacaranda
Heat kept on blistering, sizzling.

But she’s just an old bag, bet she’s a real nag
She’s such a dumb wit; talking quick, she’ll chuck a fit
The tree hugging slag.

So, there were all these trees see
But not anymore
Not anymore.
Used to be, see
Now, nothing to see.

The Yellow Gums beheaded
Sawn up and shredded.
And the Sugar Glider glided
Down, down, down
While the Dual Oc rose
The Colourbond fence marked the boundary
Between nature and dumbwittery

What fun, more sun!
What a surprise!
The sun kept on slamming in
Needed air-conditioning
And the newly planted hedge
Shrivelled as it fried
In the furnace of the fence
And the grass had no defence
And turned
Brown, brown, brown.

So, there were all these trees see
But not anymore
Not anymore.
Used to be, see
Now, nothing to see.

So my question is genuine but general:
Why do we human animals
Keep purchasing on plastic
Having to have; having to grab?
And not having a clue
‘Bout the relative value
Of an old tree
Home and sanctuary
Torn down for a boundary
A Colourbond furnace?

Or am I barking up the wrong tree?

And he says
“The roots of your Liquidambars
Are gunna fuck with my verandas;
The Fig Tree’s a pest”

(Too healthy, too wealthy
In branches and buttresses
Too green and shady
Faraway tree and sanctuary.)

“Its limbs might drop fungus
On my Colourbond boundary
Gunna cost a fortune
To pull that fucker
Down, down, down.”

So the sun can sizzle
Helter skelter, swelter
Melt her.
And the air con explodes
As it strains in overload
And the ice in the fridge
And on the planet
Melts
down,
down,
down.

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