The Trees

The Trees

I bless the tree in honor of the pain I am to inflict
It gives it's strength to let me vent

The tender green leaves of the wilted flowers
Shatter as the hardwood handle slices through
Again and again
Leaves flying asunder
Again and again, not enough

The tree begins to quiver as the handle impacts the bark
The pieces of the tree fly wildly
The handle cracks in a massive strike
Flip the piece and strike again
The end is flung to the tulip bed
Thwack
Thwack
The vibrations travel through my body

The second tree comes into view
Wound it, Strike it
Main it, Hurt it
The handle is replaced with the blade
The tree absorbs the cut
And the wood is laid bare
More bark is send this way and that
Strike with the hammer end
The sound reverberates in the solid wood
Of the pine tree
Again and again
Rest
Thank the trees for their sacrifice and
The honor they afford you son

The anger is less, but still present
And the strength is from the trees