Such is the psychology of a pretzel.

Lumbering, a campfire of a man makes way,
power line wound in his wake, electricity follows the leader.
He has no regrets if the light bulb at the end is never flipped on.
He has no sympathy for outstretched limbs.
He has nothing. His world; a chemical reaction. What's there to have?
Ends to a meaning.
He is watched with solemn wonder
while he sieges, assuming, an ambassador in an empty embassy -
Liaison to Forest Resentment -
smoke curls from where his mouth would be
if he bothered with simple courtesy,
to ask:
“Why bother, sun, to smile on my back?
My eyes can't even see your gift.
Why accept my feet, soil, when I turn you into a stepping stone?
Pressure and pity on you.
Why waste your time, wind, by massaging my shoulders?
Tension runs through my sinew.
Why the wasteful kindness?
If I was younger I'd take a stick to this place.”

Who wants words like an empty flagpole:
clang... clang.
Tooth for a tooth,
this man speaks no truth. Any syllables are lost in the wind.
An eye for an eye,
beauty is in the eye of the executioner, butchering his last chance.
His final meal: eating his own words.
A kind of man, an unkind man, comfortable with destruction of silence.
Mouthy vibrations only rustle the would-be serenity in ignorant ears.
But the forest shows no fear.
Fire feeds, but the trees don't flee.
They don't bargain for contempt.
It appears as, lumber in slumber, diction rooted in no language.
No eyes to reflect acceptance of their hopefully induced despair.
Martyrs only look foolish when care of their cause is not paid.
Empty ears, the sound of one mouth yapping.
While the bond of the firs creates a green collective.
Collected veins of enlightened leaves, chlorophyll nirvana.
Content against contention because
regret of past mistakes is the only
true lie.
Truth in acceptance, without exception.
Deep into the soil, the collective soul, the roots embrace their history.
Defense in defiance, come try and take something, when I have everything
and you have no where to put it.

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?