At first light, three men
entered the forest.
The axeman downed a tree
riddled by insects
riddled by insects
seeing it worth only firewood.
The logger brought a chainsaw
with greed in his smile.
He would sell lumber
to make his fortune.
The musician searched all day
playing fingers over bark and limbs.
His nostrils filled with scents of joy,
to discover material to make
instruments whose living notes
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