Bit by Bit
Tree by tree Pond by pond
Ditch by ditch Field by field
Hedge by hedge Bush by bush
Verge by verge Copse by copse
Plant by plant Animal by animal
We chop We cut
We shoot We rip
We mow We fill
We build We burn
We bulldoze We saw
Without a thought.
A billion tiny acts.
Leaving a trail of corpses.
Opher Goodwin – 23.4.2021
It is non-stop. Every day I walk up my hill to the sound of gunfire. I see a new building plot. I see another tree felled.
Where once were hedgerows, ponds, streams, frogs and butterflies is now a green wasteland carefully sprayed.