Poem: The Cull
by al armiger
The axe swung wide, Still the stubborn axemen could not concede, Alas men dare not say, but all well knows,
It was meant to prune,
But it took much good wood in its swath.
Replant they did, some young saplings all too keen to grow,
Unhardened to the winds that would surely come and blow,
And without the support or shelter of the older trees,
That they had too quickly come to project above,
They succumbed and withered to the breeze.
Their clumsy attempt at reformation.
They hastily propped up, event the faulted breeds,
Believing they could nuture and still sell them as trees.
And will remember that,
These poor saplings have no leaves,
As did the emperor, have no clothes.
The axe swung wide,
Still the stubborn axemen could not concede,
Alas men dare not say, but all well knows,