wood carving a short story totem pole poem long

i got to editing the other day.
took a hacksaw and started cutting full branches,
thinned the plot out a bit.
then i took one of those giant scissors and
trimmed some of the excess leaves,
whutchawhutchawhutcha and so on
made the sentences flow a bit more,
i must have suffered edit lust because i couldn’t stop and so
a short story became a long poem,
but wait a second,
i hate cutting trees,
even the red x’d ones i wish would remain
in fact, right this very minute somewhere in the world,
i hope a gang of wood carvers are turning a whole bunch of those red x’d trees destined-for-the-pulp mill into totem poles.