The two executioners stalk along over the knolls.
Bearing two axes with heavy heads shining and wide.
And a long limp two-handled saw toothed for cutting great boles.
And so they approach the pound tree that bears the death-mark on its side.
Jackets doffed they swing axes and chop away just above ground
And the chips fly about and lie white moss and fallen leaves...
What are the 'chips' that fly around?