FEELING THE LIFE AND DEATH OF A TREE STUMP

Tree stump
still
vibrating here,
sawdust wood chips
newly cleared. . .

they’ve left it
for gone,
like a log’s proverbial lump. . .
but what a being,
great,
now downed,
laid bare
was living there,

before humanity
did change its mind
as goes the modern flair. . .

where once it put
your now deep and cut off roots
it took your life away
with chainsaw speed,
which took some time,

Though that
was little,
for your tall
and long, strong life–
limb by limb
on pulleyed lines
they took you down,

climaxed by
one big, sick thump.

Where once you
sheltered
me in shade
my insides cry,
beneath the empty-of-you sky,
as enters in
an unrelenting sun.

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