Poem: Irrational Trees

 

Irrational Trees

 

the rift between trees and reason,

it’s as simple as a sawtoothed oval,

a century of outlaw trunks

crashing down in seconds of serrated tool.

 

1^st axiom of exploitation: 

when the trees get too cocky

a sharp lesson in geometry is inevitable:

 

hit them

with blueprints that speak in straight lines.

 

wield a blade of simple integers:

a certain number of planed planks

for each unique, unruly limb.

 

as for the splishy-splashy green

on the farthest winding wild creative tips,

shred and press flat

into blank rectangles of pure white.

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