by Narmadhaa Sivaraja
They observe,
from the sidelines
behind human boundaries
mutely.
Ghosts of past,
felled by hunters,
now shed skins, peeling,
naturally.
Wheels pass by,
not unlike time,
in twos, threes, and sixes—
boundless.
Fiercely defiant,
owners of the land,
masked in ashen white—
eucalypti.
Narmadhaa (or N) writes haiku, free verse, opinion articles, and flash fiction on The Chaos Within. N has a self-published travel haiku collection on Amazon Kindle, as well as a short story collection and a novel on inkitt.com. N’s latest poem appeared in From the Ashes by Animal Heart Press.
(And don’t miss N’s flash piece To me you are, from the September 30, 2019 Weekly. – Elephants Never)