Pine with no Heart

April 3, 2009
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An innocent wall frozen in the dirt.
Stands tall, decades old.
By the roaring saw cutting,
Chopping at its heart, fallen in defeat.
Smaller now,
Measured to its worth.
A new home waits for this empty soul.
Next to its brothers.
Creating a home for barbarians.
Years gone by,
Damaging this poor chunk of pine.
Rings of age. Age without victory.
With tear after tear.
Water stained from decades of rain.
Now, properly stationed without life.
As a helpless statue in a courtyard.

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