For the Money by Jordan Weir

The Gordon Cousins forest has a million fingers.
Black spruce reach
from the soft swamp,
above the flies, the cloud.

Silver spades cut into her face,
the soft muck,
over and over.

Money land.

In Ontario
money can grow on trees
when you plant them yourself.

You have to gouge the earth.
Wield your money spoon
and scoop out her flesh.

The Gordon Cousins forest has a million babies.
Hairy seedlings reach
like newborns do,
for a finger.
 
 
 
 
Jordan Weir is a student at the University of Toronto. This is her third piece to have reached publication, with thousands to come.