We searched high and low
For the tallest we could find.
No need for the young and fresh.
Let those grow taller,
‘Til the tips touch the skies
Then we may return
To reap their sons and daughters.

Ten men here,
Ten over there,
Twenty in total makes the team.
Axes, saws, drills, and chains
Prepare their reckoning.
Hear their cries, their creaks of woe.
The sap now heavily gushes –

Their lives, to men, aren’t seen as such.
We hack and we slash,
We cut and we pull,
We beat them to a pasty pulp.
They live and let live,
Are docile and true.
We look down upon them.
“We’re bigger than you.”

Nathan Bauman

Nathan is an English major with a Creative Writing minor at Cumberland University. He enjoys writing poetry. His favorite writing theme involves “the loss of innocence.” After graduation, he plans to be an editor and continue his web design career.

NOVUS Literary and Arts Journal
Lebanon, TN