The Grey Forest
(after Max Ernst)
A forest is a drawing-board, a supernatural insect,
a bone totem in a drained sea. It’s lonely
and conjugal trees house the last woman
in the world; she grazes naked skin on sharp
coral branches trying to reach the seaweed
cathedral of shock flowers.
Summer for the forest is the future:
the season where masses of shadows will change
themselves into words and gifted beings
with eloquence will have the nerve
to seek midnight at zero o’ clock..
The question again, on waking, on waking.
What is a forest?