A Lament for the Parcel at 250 North Main Street

There will be no monument for you.
No quarried pink granite statue,
no sleek wall with carved names,
or plaque at which we leave flowers.

What irony, to leave flowers at your grave,
to finger spell the name M A P L E on cold stone,
where hands used to touch warm bark,
feel sweet time seep through veins.

Nothing will fly at half-mast,
not the flag that claims your land,
or the birds that claimed your branches
as sacred choir loft.

There will be no moment of silence,
no annual tolling of bells
or communal lament for lives lost,
its long list of names retold:

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Dogwood

Fir

Hemlock

Hickory

Hornbeam

Laurel

Maple

Oak

Pine

Poplar

Sassafras

Spruce

Tulip

Walnut

As we walk across your grave
for daily purchase and progress,
heads bowed against cement winds,
no one will weep or remember your songs.

250A

250B

Words ©2016, Jen Payne. Aerial view courtesy of Bing maps, 2014. Photos ©2016, Jen Payne, January 2016.

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