Stop the chop, chop, chop.
We
see
a tree! A tree!
Since it’s the last one living free
We will grab it quickly for our family.
A Tree!!!
Crop the lower middle to the
Top off!
Chop!!! Chop!!!
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.”)
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