Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

A forest of trees
the lumberjack fells one 
at first 
shoulder arc 
heavy swings of beef
thwack, thwack 
thwack, thwack 
electric crackles, silent as the ax meets
middle tree, peeling back bark
it hits the ground,
timber 
one by one
sawdust piles
woodchips
oligarch, desert of stumps 

if you allow it
silence fills 
as if
nothing 
only death