Tuesday, February 2, 2010

724. EXPERIMENTAL

EXPERIMENTAL
I'm thinking of being taunted.
Notwithstanding. Effect.
The long dawn of a lumberjack -
trudging up the village hillside in
the dark, with an ax and a saw and
nothing more. What do they want
from him? Five trees, big, cut and
sundered and chopped in a day.
Let alone. The. Bringing of it. Down.
-
All those measly peasants
and their damned fireplaces.
Cinder-pots for the practice-flames
of their storybook Hell. Big Bad Wolf.
Cat in the Hat (ain't no lumba-Jack).
-
If you say a prayer before morning
I can guarantee you there won't be
no mourning. Everything will
F A L L
into place perfectly; the
lumberjack will get his trees
and the peasants will get
their fires for the hearth
through the Wood
HE bringeth. Like
God again; someone
else JUST LIKE A
GOD.

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