Subsidence
Due to house subsidence
And following compliance
The board of powers-that-be
Condemned an old oak tree
Hence all the oak tree’s subjects
Squirrels birds and insects
From nests and hollows poured
As chainsaws buzzed and roared
And upon it being felled
All the occupants expelled
I counted many rings
And came to the conclusion
We’re under an illusion
If in our complexity
To the insects gods are we
Then to gods we’re surely too
Under microscopic view
Being viewed as nothing worth
On our dwelling planet Earth
And the gods then for their sake
May be given cause to break
By the ruling of a board
Of superior accord
If the lower powers-that-be
Condemn an old oak tree
Higher cause is justified
Should the universe subside
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