Radial Arm Saw

Electricity flows.
The blade spins;
Its hard hard carbide
Slices the air.
It moves forward,
Toward the waiting wood,
Bits, tiny bits of cellulose
Are torn and broken
By sharp steel.
The blade sings its happinesse,
Grinding and ringing.
The wood cries out,
Tearing, ripping, breaking
Of fibres; the saw
Claws mercilessly.
Deeper it eats into the wood,
Its force irresistible,
Seemingly relentless.
Then it is done.
The blade goes back,
Click; it slows, stops;
The wood sighs.

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