Woodpecker
Machete jabs
cycle through a staccato lied.
The music is Jurassic,
a tune rattled in the throat
of a feathered lizard.
It pecks out the genetic code
of jackhammers.
Stabs eardrums deep,
a primal stirring
of blood and sap.
The forest echoes
as time hammers on.
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