Strength is all I can see when I look at you
And my hands cramp as a result
While filing the teeth of my chainsaw carefully
So I can have a go at your heroic form
Even more intimidating when I step up
Looming high overhead
A predator waiting to pounce
Your canopy shades with ill intent
Earplugs: check
Gloves: check
Safety goggles: check
Chainsaw....pull....pull....pull....pull....pull....pull....started!: check
I'd carefully make my first cut
But trees such as you
Seem to fall wherever they want
So blade flat to the ground
Motor blossoms blue smoke
Newly sharpened teeth burrow eagerly
Cutting a trench in your fiber
First through that thick outer skin
Then finding layers of rot
All that towering and scowling
Was just a pose it seems
As you were propped up by next to nothing
Your insides decayed and hollow
Still it was with sad eyes
That I followed your fall
Arcing into the clearing
To land with a thud
Cracking you open along your length
Your insides eaten by parasites
Filled with decay and excrement
Open to the gaze of the sun
There to be seen by anyone
Everyone
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