Jack Pine

right pole

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 the new age begins–

His name was Jack Pine

And he died for our sins.

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