Breathe, I didn't see the tag, but thank you so much. Your poem is quite beautiful, and so heartbreaking. I'm moved to tears by the destruction of this innocent maple. You just get it, and your poetics are so gorgeous: "A hole where we once breathed." Just devastating, and such lovely language. "Head bent toward her child's breath... Whenever will it be enough?" Indeed. My heart breaks whenever I see a tree being felled, and I often wonder at the reason.
I have a silver maple in my front yard that may be toward the end of its life. I dread the thought of it dying; it's my charm.