(78) The carpenter's axe

(78 ) The carpenter’s axe

The carpenter’s axe deftly dances,
in a see-saw makes modulations,
moves up and down in measured beats
of an expert violinist’s nuances:

The sounds tut, tut, tut, tut,
pierce my eyes and ears straight,
which by my ignorance ,I construe a rubble,
rosy infant in the opposite cradle,
Squeals. Squeals to come out to dwaddle,

I strictly pass orders,
by passing the toils of rigours,

“ Look here, let not your axe in bold hand
touch and tarnish the ground
and spoil the design on the mosaic mound,"
little realizing the hazard to his flesh and thigh,
if the axe slips to pierce the loin close by!