Stop the chop, chop, chop.
a tree! A tree!
Since it’s the last one living free
We will grab it quickly for our family.
Crop the lower middle to the
Don’t yet Stop!
Hear the Plop!
Chop! Chop!! Chop!!! Chop!!! Chop! Chop! Chop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
— Zumwalt (2011)
(see related poem https://zumpoems.com/2011/07/10/theyve-stripped-the-forest-for-babble/)
Zumwalt’s response to http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/17/form-for-all-beth-winter-hosts-staccato-form/#comment-5757 This is, in Zumwalt’s words, “a crime against this staccato form that pales in comparison to crimes against nature.”)