Chainsaw

The subtle bouquet of life’s leafy green
devoured by the hot friction of steel.

The sun-ripened sweetness of deciduous flesh
rendered to powder by man’s industrial teeth.

Tears of sap flow, leaves scattered like severed fingers
curling inward towards rigor and death.

The idling beast surveys the remaining victims,
a forest’s death row awaits the next execution.

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