corpse

a great trunk lays

reduced to pieces

cut, sliced, destroyed

it screamed

yet no one heard it’s pleas

under the incessant vibrations; the mechanical

it’s leaves swayed and it’s branches heaved

a thing of beauty

reduced to nothing in a mere moment

had done no crime but existed

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