Wireheart

I was loading the woodstove for bedtime last night when I found this piece of firewood with a length of barbed wire growing right out the middle. It looks like the tree might have been 10 or 12 inches in diameter when it was cut. At some point in the second half of the twentieth century it apparently stood along the edge of a pasture. The wood is kind of folded over on itself where the wire protrudes, but on the outside of the former log, even though the bark is gone, there is no sign of the metal within. It’s funny how life wraps around noxious add-ons and just keeps going.