holy(smokes)
linen.spasming(dying.heat);
graveyard.stiffens;
poker_leashed(at.distance);
writhing_through.ashes;
he.scavenges.forest.for.wood;
blade.sharpened(sweating.sun);
hand.trained;
always.extended.backward;
snapping(off.route);
fevered.duplicate—
lost&found;
boxed;
refusing.closure.
passing.for.whole.
easy.now;
death.sniffs;
kinder.than.man;
axe(rage_forged.in.backbone.marrow);
vicious;
abrupt;
trunk.flowering(open);
bloodline.fermenting(legacy.rot);
don’t.fear(falling);
you.clung.past.seasons;
bark.wept(sour.blood);
exhale(last.feral.breath);
watch.me.maul(your.sacred.name);
steady.rasping;
splintered.hands
rip.down.your.branch;
severed.clean;
ancestorless.carcass;
tree.armless(); // mutilated.amputee
mother(rooted.by.your.stump);
proof(her.eyes.softened.once);
resin.scent.floods.my.lungs;
holy.smokes;
deadwood—
useful.at.last.
set.alight.
flame.laps.her.cold.hands;
ungodly.bonfire.
[image.credit: ‘Schhh’ by Simon Cederquist 1945]



There is a darkness reserved for the deepest backwoods, under heavy rain. A lone shack with ancient gray planks, soaked to shimmering shadow.
This poem lives there.
This viscerally depicts humanities attitude towards the Earth and how we treat her.
Well done.
Everyone should read this.