Poem: the pulled card is a toppling tower

views of the new condo development are revealed branch by falling branch with plastic bags caught like futile parachutes

the pulled card is a toppling tower–
a mulberry tree in the way of cabling

men with beards
and chainsaws
exhale warm clouds
against a wall of Detroit winter air

views of the new condo development
are revealed branch by falling branch
with plastic bags caught like
futile parachutes

I thought,
when they say limb from limb
this is what they mean

and I put on white noise
to overwhelm the crunching
of the chipper
and the Fargo references–
bodies disappearing,
data coming

a fire starts, perhaps from a lightning bolt
it’s supposed to be about a clearing,
a necessary reset but the
desperation provokes people
to jump from windows,
I read online
as the man drives a forklift erratically

later, in absence of the tree
a security light at the empty park
blinks on and off as if triggered by ghosts
our apartment is newly illuminated–
a slow strobe to add atmosphere to Netflix

the first family that lived here
had the same surname as mine
I have run my finger across it
on a plaque that says 1880


Planet Detroit and Room Project partnered to curate and publish climate poems from our community. Read the rest of the poems here.

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