Clunk

of the shearer,

steamy hiss

of hot metal splashed,

rough vibrations

woodpecker-esque

of the planer,

roaring, starving fire

fresh pine

surrenders its aroma

to the blade,

mindless hum

of conveyor belt

bringing pieces for inspection,

screams

of intense pain

rejection,

stained blood red

the next piece already on its way.