Witness

The last of the Old Ones in Vancouver…

“then there were those

who went out over unlit hills …

and turned pale at

what they saw” (Merwin)

Witness

I went out over unlit hills

longing for 

the scent of moisture

the ditches were dry

not a frog in sight

cracked earth bore

 chasms too deep

no roots live

without water

 parched soil

shrinks thought

birches bow 

too low

bent and broken

winter sliced

by freeze thaw

and poplars

in desperate hope

throw nourishing catkins 

to the wind

a month before

their time –

  bears and bees

no longer feed

heat forced tender leaves

 burst pale green

under hostile blue.

Nature 

starves under

Fire –

  but Sun

pays scant attention

 demanding  Soul

as well as Body –

Blistering

TorturedGround.

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