His name was Jack Pine

And he died for our sins;

Still he stands there in line

With his wires and pins.

While other trees ’round

Freely reach for the sky,

He is lashed to the ground

Without roots and bone-dry.

There once came a day

When his wires went dead

For man found a way

To use cell phones instead;

Still he stands there in line

As a new age begins–

His name was Jack Pine

And he died for our sins.

–photo by me