Empathy

I have been watching the light
on the great weeping birch
[surveillance}
no, not through the year
just around the clock

at night, it was lit by a street lamp
in a light like apricot lifesavers

I could not sleep
From time to time I would weep, then
go back to watching the tree again.

I see her sweet face
wrapped in white, in the style of her country
this “activist” this “democracy advocate”
the great crimes of these Orwellian times

They cut her head off
Beheaded her
publically

Did the man who signed the order
not have a mother?

Is there no way to resign
from the human race?

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