AXED TREES


Chopped down trees breeze,
Half-naked in the autumn breeze.
Whispered these from the withered leaves:
“Armed with axe, why men look perplexed?”

Wobbling branch of a rippled tree,
Cackled at the hapless and proclaimed:
“Karma, the thugs preached and breached.”

Tree line still in the restless wind.
Axed tress belly laughed at men with axe.
Pall bearers fail to please the corpses.
Axe ill- used the wood.

Roles swap and crematoriums slap.
Like bodies without soul, dead depart without wood.
Dead delve into infinite horizons without hood.

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