Poem: Deep in the Woods

 

 

Deep in the Woods

 

ants raid the corpse of a bumblebee

on a branch sprawled

like a fallen madonna.

 

mushrooms rear, white-knuckled,

to ride a cratering stump

of irretrievable wounds.

 

everywhere the headless husk

of some gutted spruce

earns no special attention.

 

the quiet floor of leaf-and-root

moulders from a truancy

of porous ghosts.

 

ferns fan vegetal pharaohs

below a granite hill

destined to tackle pines,

 

only a few trunks left,

wind-whipped as the arms of titans

as they beseech the flounder-like clouds--

 

and a blue agnostic heaven.

the moon is heaven! 

crickets purr from a rot-rouged boulder.

 

the moon,

that sideways smile of night,

comes to eat another day.

 

season devours season

while the footfalls of lovers and jesters

prance over the bones.

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