logging

the loud buzz-roar of the gasoline engines
on the chainsaws
the great crack as, the tree
falling, the trunk breaks.  the
rustle of all the leaves brushing
against the nearby trees
you can feel it in your stomach the thud
as the tree hits the ground
the basso rumble of the diesel engine
on the John Deere skidders
the smell of diesel, gasoline,
oil, and grease on my clothes
the forest is large
we leave a lot
we'll be back in five or ten years
sixty-six percent of new york state is forested