Death of the Christmas Tree

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The needles quiver,
the branches shake
to the pulse of the saw-
back and forth
back and forth.

Inch by inch
the lifeline is cut.
The roots from the tree
an umbilical cord from
a beloved newborn.
The infant cries
to be brought into the
world.
The trees' silent
protest
remains unheard.

One final slice,
the tree fals with a soft
woosh, and the man
grabs the severed
trunk.
He pulls it along
to the silent trembling
(though there was no wind
within the air)
of the tall,
majestic
evergreens.





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