Part 1) and if i had his compassion:

a northern cutblock,
nestled into folds of old growth tree-line.
taught and rearing this place
is separated from the hustle-bustle
of city life by mountains,
by policy and intent, intenders
hell-bent.

here the tailings of last winter
still linger. holding on,
the newly exposed timber
pushes against the wind,
pulling at the knurled roots below.
heaving the boreal landscape
inward.