[Verse] There is a place along the water where the speed limit is raised A gravel hill climbs up through trees that cascade Under cover of fall colour smothering waves A wasted space living through the last of its days This is the Lazarus stage. Process – unperfected Methodology – defective. Nobody’s talking on the record Except for the lady with the maps, don’t forget her NOTE: Attend lecture – vote to censure the Director Mandaville asked about site sensitivity and surrounding areas “Will appropriate blasting techniques act discretely on its character?” Hanusiak said yes – that Cascading Ponds would be retained But the rest had been reclaimed for traffic lanes and sewer drains Nineteen eighty-two through nineteen eighty-nine Ages four through 11 Dowell drive, I used to find That I had sleepwalked to the tree-line all the way up the block To take turns on ass burners down the Mighty Sliding Rock Among the trees there is a watchman now Protecting the Holy Grail of my entire existence He picks at his lunch pail, dismissive of my mission, “Wish I Was Fishin’!” shirt showing Uniform blowing open - “There’s nothing there, you can go in.” The spider is dead. Life force drained in rain and wind Pinned down to scream and drown when floods and mud came rushing in Once gnarled and knotted - a rotten pot of moccasin blossoms The holocaust is coming and there’s nothing left to stop them Beyond the osprey’s nest text was sprayed in bloody tones ACCESS RESTRICTED- THIS IS A HARD HAT ZONE Goddamnit Andrews can’t you ever answer your fucking phone? “I’m not in right now, leave a message at the tone.” Ignoring Caterpillar yellow heavy metal and demo sheds I headed north toward the waterfall to crawl the forests edge A chorus of red-breasted birds needled the silence - sound explodes From the great stone fortress that hangs unnoticed high above the road Loss of control is hardest when it hits closest to home The throne is cold. No one knows what will unfold We all grow old holding on to file folders, settled into boulders and birch trees Reading what the archivist was able to release Underneath her yellowed history the mystery is miserably resolved There was a phone call and Clayton’s obligations to get involved evolved Into an envelope I opened slowly, uncertain Boom shovels dug into my stomach – the situation had worsened Spreading documents on stumps and attaching maps to branches I unpacked a lunch and flipped raw hunches into answers The cancer’s not malignant, but indignant deformities are showing A pox upon the earth where accursed steam shovels are rolling How could they do this to me? Allow my forest to exist Stripped of its elegance mixed with black asphalt and red brick Suddenly sick over the thought of streetlights shining on my secret pond How much easier it would be to curse them if everything I loved was gone! Emblazoned upon pages were land percentage dedications Less a comprehensive violation than an insensitive invasion “If we had time to get out and walk through this land You’d discover just how truly beautiful it really is.” What the fuck do they know about beauty, with their pre-fabricated homes? This plastic state established that’s inhabited with clones This is the tragic death of magic - lost in light commercial zones How could they even imagine what I created here on my own? Would I be offered an apology if I explained that my mythology Is the botany and biology being bulldozed by corporate policies? Could they even understand that I grew up on that land And that their underhanded plan was doing damage? I began to shake and I paced straight-faced among the orchids Reports had been recorded denying any knowledge of the importance Of the Fortress, the Mighty Sliding Rock, or the Red Planet “Our philosophy is to operate with integrity.” Bullshit. I can’t stand it I’d prepared myself for the loss of sacred space to condominiums Forsaking trees and lakes for landscapes of Abyssinian sparseness The darkness came in the form of scars carved Deep into ravines to make room for stores and cars The worst part - it seems that that my acceptance was premature I checked the maps and cross-referenced all of my sources to be sure I wanted to sing for the annihilation of this place in Mitchell songs But the pictures that were drawn said that I’d been wrong all along In a cruel twist their hit list was altered and rearranged The pond, the sliding rock, and the fortress would be maintained For a strained moment I tried to find some solace in their design But the traumatic arrogance of the act –it cracked my slumping spine I struggled to define the horrible offense they’d instigated The hatred that permeated my face as I debated Betrayed the silent rage of a cold, steel crowbar When this is over orange shores will have the soul of a backyard A black scar will form over the path and people’s porches Will overlook the fortress like tourists with tiki torches Tied up dogs are going to shit where I used to sit beside the bog Frogs confined to property lines will feel obliged to leave their logs I choose all or nothing none of this torture in between I’d rather be seeing disaster scenes and be forcibly be made to flee Than to see the travesty that’s been so viciously inflicted To witness it makes me wish none of this ever existed Their insistence on perverting my places by proximity Toxicity is killing me. Willingly filling these trees with chimneys While claiming to be sensitive to limnology and green spaces That particular whip crack across the face has left me tasteless My own subjectivity is the cause of all this misery Developers don’t know the history of these woods and what they did to me There’s no maps of this land just like the back of my hand But I’ll be damned if any man ever ran me through the damage plan They don’t understand my role and the whole process is approved They’re moving in by the water and Phase II is coming soon Doom. These places I love will be assumed as views from living rooms And there is nothing I can do
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