FROM CAMP TO CAMP

The location changes.

We are moved from camp to camp,

again and again,

but one thing stays the same—

how hard we work.

All.

Day.

Long.

It gets so cold

our tears freeze.

We once were trees, but now we are twigs.

Some of us have shriveled up

and gone back to the earth from where we came.

Those of us who remain

are a poor excuse for kindling.