They came with their bulldozers and chainsaws,

Tagged numbers on our trunks,

Beasts ran for the hills

With retracted claws,

They felled us, cut us into chunks.

I watched silently as they came for me,

Branches trembling in the breeze,

A whistle blew, I knew they’d be,

On their way home now for their tea.

 The horrific day turned to night-time black,

I await now for them to come back,

To take me to the others on the stack.