the trees — they hate me

In the Spirit of the Gracious and Compassionate
Creator of the Heavens and the Earth

Lester A. Knibbs aka Doctor Hakeem

even at midday
they darken the road

i drive fearful
at night closed in
by their multitudes

in the Bronx
they were
a minority

but here
they don’t need
or want
me
or us
or our houses

squirrels knock on my
bedroom window

begone begone

when i cut the branches
over my driveway
the wind rises
the dogs howl

this huge tree
more than the others
wants me gone

go back go back

you came across the ocean
from Europe from Africa
and cut us down

you came across the straights
from Asia and burned clearings
in our midst

go back go back

everywhere
from Tasmania to New Guinea
to Cambodia and India
to Palestine and Turkey
and all across Europe

from Patagonia to Brazil
and Mexico to Alaska

go back go back

even in ancestral Africa
where the trees chased us
from their limbs
they cry out

begone begone

they want their planet back

 8 Rabee`-ul-Awwal 1438
December 8, 2016

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