The Irony of Wood
Around the sleek maple axe handle
the contours of calloused hands
tighten
muscles
contract joints become geometric
with the weight of the iron head
lifting slowly over the shoulder
arcing
the motion of an oil drill
the motion of potential energy
(which in itself is irony)
and then
a thundering
fall
* * *
bulls-eyed in the concentric circles
of a severed tree trunk
stands another piece of
maple
still clothed
with bark and sap a shadow
looming over
sharp and indiscriminate shadow
darkening over the lonely
piece of wood
(two pieces of wood in two seconds)
another
axe handle
born
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