A branch in my orchard
who was buried down at the back.
A precious place in Fengshui!
I swooped with my scissors
and sent him flying.
A different branch said:
“About the airport up on the mountain
when are they going to start construction?
Will we have to move to some other garden?”
I made no sound
but my scissors dealt with the question.
Another branch wanted an explanation
of the El Niño phenomenon.
I gave him satisfaction,
it was a clean cut.
Then the whole tree was rustling its branches
“What about this year’s apples,
do you have the money in hand?”
I went for my ax
and chopped down the thing.
Tr. MW, Dec. 2015