A Bird Cried War

We the People

Are lodgepole pines.

Reborn from flames

Through charred, fallen,

Martyred brethren.

Spirits exhumed,

A movement heightened.

Did you hear it?

A bird cried war

From the tip top

Of our forest.

Blood-red robins.

Black-as-death crows.

Did you hear them?

By stirring winds,

We're stronger now.

Roots interlaced,

Connected earth.

Did you hear it?

Song for the dead

Echoing far.

Fire after fire-

We will come back

In contempt of

A blackened ground.

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