Plaster wolf whom Dinah called "Blitzer" replacement for the bronze wolf stolen early on |
Yale studies estimate there are 420 trees
For each one of us on the face of the earth
Which sounds like good news until I
Note trees are being cut down all around
Me especially in my back yard where
Contractors are clearing all the trees brush
Grass will be the last to go as they ready
The odd-shaped lot for construction of a
House not likely to match the brick
Italianate on one side or the renovated
Victorian worker’s cottage on the other
Because the house will probably be wood
That’s more trees you can add to those
Already cut down now lest I come off
As a Simon-pure Goody two-shoes on
Tree preservation I confess I had several
Rotting trees removed first thing
They were likely to fall any time
When my neighbor moved in
He said he’d remove the huge tree
Between our garages threatening
The foundations of each I acquiesced
I miss the shade it provided keeping
My garage driveway cool in summer
When I first bought here the back yard
Was a green bower of branches
Stretching over the patio so like
What a Druid would want as a garden
Spot for his Maypole the previous owner
Fancied himself a Bohemian social critic
Who spurned conventional religion
Worshipped wood sprites any
Number of god-goddesses check
Neo-druidism for the details son
Of a county commissioner
Drank a lot smoked even more
Dallied among the lefty-Irish
Of the neighborhood promoted labor
Solidarity peace for the planet wrote
Of himself in Wikipedia
Since redacted as not meriting
Sufficient significance Henry Q
Was an anti-war activist . . .landowner
Landlord freelance philosopher
He painted the inside of the garage
Black to resemble a cave on the outside
A picture of Stonehenge reframed
The face as the Parthenon replete
With columns about as a tabernacle
For a bronze wolf who figured
In Druidic worship the attic his special
Shelter he painted each of the four points
Of the compass as Air Fire Earth Water
Placed controls for the ceiling lamps
In a special floor panel to the
Black cast iron drain/waste/vent
Column arcing along the low ceiling
He draped a fearsome papier-mâché dragon
Breathing fire hung cast plaster green
Devil-faces above each front window
For a time my ex- had her studio here
But first because she felt so uncomfortable
Had her Wiccan friends hold a smudging
Warding off evil spirits who never
Bothered me though I slept here
For an atheist I thought she carried
A lot of water for an unverified
Spirit world
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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