"Michaelmas" by Sybil Andrews

I last wrote about a Sybil Andrews woodcut in 2012, here. All her prints evoke a similar response from me - I hear drumming, feel a fierce and steady wind blowing, and no sentences that come to mind seem to do justice to the image before my eyes. But I can put forth my best effort.

Seize and hurl
First man one, then man two
Back and forth, like a seesaw
Balanced on a cliff
The carts below await, and yet
Simultaneously roll back and forth
In a race to stand still
Seize and hurl
Plunge the fork in, then fling
Into the firey below
Or is it above?
So much vertigo
So much more to go