First the lease, then the stakes, then the screaming saws,
And the woods will fall in ten thousand groans,
Then the drill and the trucks and the slapping chains...
Too much, too much, and only the beginning.
Look away.
Beauty is irrelevant to profit.
The wild God of the world is intemperate and savage,
You do not know him, you communal people,
Or you have forgotten him; beautiful and wild,
The hawks, and men that are dying, remember him.
At night they shall remember quiet and fly in a dream,
And the dawns will ruin it.
–second stanza composed of lines from Robinson Jeffers' "Hurt Hawks."
