Virtue of the Moth: Poems by Danny Price
Monday, May 22, 2017
Last Laugh of the Tree
On the day that I met the axe
I could see in the Lumberjack's eyes
that he meant to chop me down where I stood.
Make believe himself as strong as my wood.
After he swung his last few hacks,
the way I fell was his last surprise.
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