Forest of Folly

Written by: Bernadette Langer

I could hear 
shadows 
creeping from large 
crackling trunks, 
as they tilted towards 
solemn hills. 

leaves rustling 
with harried tongue, 
as a lonesome hawk 
stood silent vigil
to night's unfolding. 

people seemed to drift 
like branches- 
aimlessly, 
upon the edges
of civilization;

as the moon shivered 
at their growing 
discontent, 
its blue skin stretched
by nature's
condemnation.

and I trembled 
beneath the weight 
of vision, 
the sun spilling
yellow yolk 
across distant 
horizon;

breaking 
the shell of night,
with blazing shards
of realization,
to be left hanging 
upon the twisted limbs, 
of man's forest 
of folly...