The crooked forest

The trees stoop and curl
decidedly north-
twisted trunks disallow
a straight rise toward the sun

No one knows what reason
or purpose accounts
for these unnatural shapes –
happenings a hundred years ago
must have brought them hence

Conspiracy, accident, intervention
shaped the story in the wood
gave history a mysterious bent
alive in secrecy-
camouflaged with lies

Walking through our own past
concerned with who did what and why
We succumbed to the weight of fallacy
and pushed green twigs aslant of the sky

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