Issue 10


Winter 2014

 

Displacement of Trees



Tap the glass: it's time to fell
the acacia that's outgrown itself
on the top bank, before it topples
under snow or vagaries of gales.

I called the hospital first thing.
Willow Ward, this week's jabberwocky
for the geriatric wing.
No real change. Occasional oxygen.

The chainsaw revs. Fully toothed, its blade
snicker snicks the curvature of trunk
until the xylem splits and gives up with a thud
of cosy white-haired myth and sawdust spunk.

 

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Sue Kindon