Joanna Rogers. The Last Judgement.

Dead leaves bearing messages:

The Landscape was saying something but I couldn't hear.

Whether the wilderness is wild or not depends on who lives there.

At the last judgement we will all be trees.

Lines from poems in the collection The Journals of Susanna Moodie by Margaret Atwood.

This piece contemplates the settler experience in Canada while commemorating the land before they arrived and questioning the process of colonization.