This land is going but we’ve nowhere to go
A wood my kids planted no longer bears fruit
Peach blossoms bloom only in my head
Yet we saw down the trees, cut them to chairs
Domestic animals that stand on four legs
Screeching when you force them to budge
My children and I sit on the coast
Watching the rollers coil and leap
Rising to a wave high as the moon
Vanishing the sky
We do not move