The Speed Merchant

THE SPEED MERCHANT

‘…If he could’ – he most surely would
If you pay him the money

He’ll cut down your trees
as sure and as fast as can be

He’s the nature man, the gardening man
The tree-felling guy
as sure as – the implements in his hand

Steely grasp of his command
Buzzing saw – clippers – and spade
Trowels galore – sacks on the floor

Overalls – (stained green against their blue)
In and out of hedges and prickles
And thorns and bushes and trickles of goo

Head start in the morning – early lunch –
and then he’s through

He did it in record time –
each time
a new goal he sets
and sweats – and jets
around the garden like an aeroplane

He’s mindful of insects and possible rodents
As he stops to examine
and has the time to do…

All of the things associated with grass and tree

Down it comes branch by branch
and trunk and all

The birds chirping their dismay
Chirping a lament at habitat gone

He’s no sooner said than done
He has done it all before

He will ask and explore
the possibility of – you wanting more

‘What about that unsightly ivy?’

‘Get rid of it – is surely what
you want…?
Impatient sales talk –
breaking into a rant

When you decline
out of breath he

gasps –

‘I’m on my way…’

Another garden
to tackle – attack and dismay

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