I will take all the pages from my books and build trees—
abundant trees, robust trees, indomitable trees.
No winds can move these trees because they’ve been made mightier by Corso, Vollmann, and Joyce Carol Oates.
When birds build nests in these trees their young will be well nourished by Neruda, Audre Lorde, and Langston Hughes.
And when axemen try chopping down these trees, they’ll be obliterated by Burroughs, Bukowski, and Zora Neale Hurston
before they can even swing their axes and yell: