The American
by Jummie Akinwunmi
Throughout eastern north America
The Elms lined city streets
Standing tall and firm and green, providing shade
with an umbrella-like canopy
We loved them for durability
And tore them down for chairs
Once upon a time they served a greater purpose
Nearby, a tribal meeting where communal decisions graced the air
Until suddenly a shipment brought more than just goods
A foreign fungus of which none could defeat
And while the people were safe and went on about their day
The American crumbled underneath our feet
One by one the elms fell they were under attack
Those in NY attempted a quarantine
But the disease and its carriers could not help but spread
And scarce was the image of lined city streets
Today, they continue to grow albeit fewer than before
Success due to each tree’s an abundance of seeds
And if you look around, you’ll probably see
American Elms speckled all throughout Elm City