Tree Surgeon

Can’t go about the job quietly,
not me.

There’s the orange hard hat
bright jacket
shouts to look out
buzz-zizz-uzz in the canopy.
Timber splinters,
crashes in a bleed of
sawdust,
scent of sap,
flap of wings,
multi-sensory activity
in three dimensions
in everybody’s habitat.

Can’t go about the job quietly,
medicine’s a messy business.