So many crosses
all strung together
An ugly, gaudy necklace
the Mother wears

one would wonder
why she lets herself be
choked, strangled
by the parasites

wrapping the great chain
ever tighter.
One shudder!
and she could be free

But ah, she wants it not
removed -
she wears it in honour,
a memorial.

For each cross stands to mark the many deaths
of her Arboreal Children
that were cut to make way for it
and the outlets it serves

(if you can figure out what this is about, i'm proud of you)

Happy Taters

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-electric-necklace/