twenty stories tall
some hypothetical trees are hard to fall
madmen with chainsaws & ropes & pulleys
make calculations and smoke cigarettes
from sunup to sundown they undertake
this nearly impossible task
this one must be made of steel
one of them says
the rest nodding in agreement
scratching their heads and looking skywards
it’s only a matter of time another says
and they bow their heads in silence
grasping the gravity of their predicament
march two thousand twenty
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