NaPoWriMo Day 15

 day 15

poem about something I have no interest in

There is a lot more to aerial chainsaw

ballet than the course info makes out-

I abseil from a tudor oak,

taking its branches one by one,

my feet dangling, then touching

the mottled trunk

There's branches in my hair,

the blossom makes me want to sneeze

out details of the operation. They say

that trees don't feel, I wonder.

Keep saw away from the body-

it's good every now and then,

to cull the dead wood clean.

Don't operate whilst drunk.

Tomorrow, I learn the principles

of feeding limbs into the woodchipper-

I'll wear white silk gloves

as if this was a magic act,

act cool and matter of fact

as a movie villain.

And you will listen hard

to hear the birdsong in the trees