Bonsai (2012)

We want you to go. Your regime of machines alienate our land. like crop circles made of concrete.
You took the terrestrial, but wanted something extra.

And as we protest this ban-saw to a bonsai tree called industry,
you lock us out.

We knock at your toenails hoping it’s not over; disgusted how you refuse to discuss this, because ten million arms, and ten million legs hold the throne that we know you don’t own.