A Clear Cut

​I took an axe to it

Minus twenty degrees

Ice in the cove, three inches thick

Splinters and shavings, black water hole

A sea gull watched from the dock piling

I took an axe to it

Flood in the basement

Coming through the foundation, two feet deep

Chopped the furniture and hauled it out

A spider peered through a hole in a ceiling tile

I took an axe to it

Life filled with deadfall

Hacked it away, exposing the heartwood

Bow saw would have been more efficient

I gazed at myself turned inside out


© M. G. Iannucci 2016

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