Gods

[Renfri]

The first two stanzas really don’t convey meaning to me. Here, I think, is your poem.


there will be no deliverance
when the last pine is cut
when oil undermines wood
when we topple our gods
in the name of progress

Initially, I found this comment quite drastic but now I completely agree. I like the line about trying to draw a tree from the flattering light on the forest floor, very imaginative; I would like to see it somewhere in your poem but I have to agree that the point of your first two stanzas does not flow with the last one, which is really your poem.