minions of the logging service assembled
like a battalion of red ants at the
Battery Street encampment
saws champing to dismantle
a thicket of monkey puzzle trees.
the men set to it
with cutting tools, ropes and tackle.
prickly bastards, those monkey puzzlers
although hardly unusual
until a young man in flannel
wandered upon the work site and
performed a graceful quarter dive into the
stacked up cars honked their horns, wondering.
not one of them considering the fact
monkey puzzle trees are indigenous to Chile
and their sawdust is primarily yellow.