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THE SOUND THE TREE MAKES

The tree fell in the forest because of deep freeze the tree fell because it was another day because of gravity the tree fell soundless onto shoulder-high snow the tree fell because the wind swirled because of root rot termite buggery because its torso was girded by bark beetles because the phloem and xylem dried the tree fell because it was time for it to fall it fell and the sound echoed and birds rose from their roosts the sound was train-like crushing thunderous the tree fell in slow motion black and white silent the tree fell because a lumberjack yelled timber because it was first growth old diseased the tree resting on the ground was delimbed by chain saws was cut into logs by bucking the trunk from butt to crown was dragged on a skid trail from forest to flatbed truck strapped down and hauled to the mill the outer bark skinned denuded with grinding wheels the tree was sized under a circular saw’s buzz was kiln dried planed trimmed smoothed graded and banded the tree gave out a great scream when it was felled that could be heard by other trees in the next county but in some counties could not be heard at all


–– from Stoneboat Literary Journal

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