As you carved
Your initials
I thought it was sweet
At first
Until it stung
When you withdrew the knife
And it was duller
And more jagged
With the next cut
A branch broke
but you dodged it
like a squirrel
who drank too much coffee
and went back to
rodenting
as your incisors
began to grow too big
for your face
Best to gnaw away
at something living
than to have those teeth
(or any new thought)
grow into your brain
Watching the scene
the impatient owls waited,
perched and
spinning their heads
in circles
anticipating the creatures
to be discovered
after the timber
from your routine meal
of self-destruction
And you,
eating poisonous bark,
waiting for the tree
you're felling
to fall on you
Your initials
I thought it was sweet
At first
Until it stung
When you withdrew the knife
And it was duller
And more jagged
With the next cut
A branch broke
but you dodged it
like a squirrel
who drank too much coffee
and went back to
rodenting
as your incisors
began to grow too big
for your face
Best to gnaw away
at something living
than to have those teeth
(or any new thought)
grow into your brain
Watching the scene
the impatient owls waited,
perched and
spinning their heads
in circles
anticipating the creatures
to be discovered
after the timber
from your routine meal
of self-destruction
And you,
eating poisonous bark,
waiting for the tree
you're felling
to fall on you
