Short-term

We come from the void,
to the void we shall return—
permanent rentals.

Perspective

One man’s trash,
another’s treasure—
droppings

An army so poised,
ready to take on the world;
colonists with saws.

Hop jump and step up,

shoulder to shoulder we move—

as dancers, soldiers.

Shrivelling over time,

crippling under the world’s weight—

the ageing, the tree.