Sunday April 26, 2009
all along the railway line
Along the fence-line someone has sliced back all the wild nature which was spilling over peoples’ back fences towards where the train track is.
It must have been a giant, industrial machine because the nature is cut so cleanly, so uniformly, so flat. Now it doesn’t look like wild nature. Now it looks like a strange cross-section of tree interiors with the round hearts of planed-off branches open to the sun. The shrubs are all chopped stalk. All brown and bristle. No green.
As if someone had said: “We will have to operate. We will have to remove it to increase chances of survival.”
Only it wasn’t a cancer patient, just branches reaching over, sending out slow limbs to feel for the limbs of others.