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Treant Wood Dying

by Robert Shmigelsky

Woodsmen stretch and swing
sharpened metal instruments.
Steel rips into wood,
Awakes, fells the dazed beings.
Arms thrash and lash out,
but axes attack, dismember,
and Treants lie helpless
as hungry men divide tough flesh,
extinguish living spirit.

Copyright © 2010 by Robert Shmigelsky

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