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Sawing with a tough serrated blade

As you cut through the bark

And it breaks away.

But no blood shows.

You can die and not bleed.

You can die without blood.


Halfway through

And so far it’s clean

Take a break, then start up again

Deep enough to be in danger,

Lacking the skill to handle it right

Hoping you can push it back

But you can’t put up a fight

Cross your fingers and hope for the best

As you cut what’s left.