A Poem on the Assassination of Robert F. Kennedy

Trees are never felled…in summer…Not when the fruit…is yet to be borne…Never before the promise…is fulfilled…Not when their cooling shade…has yet to comfort…

 

Yet there are those…unheeding of nature…indifferent to ecology…ignorant of need…who…with ax and sharpened saw…would…in boots…step forth damaging…

 

Not the tree…for it falls…But those who would…in summer’s heat…or winter’s cold…contemplate…the beauty…