If trees gushed blood
When they were felled
By meddling man,
And crimson welledFrom every gash
– Mervyn Peake
His axe can give,
Would he forbear,
And let them live?
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If trees gushed blood
When they were felled
By meddling man,
And crimson welledFrom every gash
– Mervyn Peake
His axe can give,
Would he forbear,
And let them live?