The Forest Poem by Howard Johnson

The forest opens
Arousing the sences
To the fragrance of needles and leaves
Strong towers of most majestic trees
Rise from fallen now fertile dead
Listen recieptely, do you hear?
Echoing sensualy
From her dampness
Voices containing words from many speaches
Above all...
Faintly, like of a 'nymph'
Saying, Enter, enter
In the tumultuous dark depths
Sharp Claws and pointed teeth
Tear away the flesh
From the living
The pieces fall
Helplessly into the forgotten rehelems
To valuable to lay for waste
Plucked up from the dark shadows
By The birds, black in color
Thoughts primitave in survival nature
They Gather the pieces
Of bloody flesh
Carried off
To sustaine their evel exsistance
Their hurried departure
Shakes and stirs
The cover of darkness
Through the restling motion
Living light, falls effortlessly down
Containing its eternal enemy
Re- vitalized
What life is left
Strength to crawl
Becomes a drive to walk
From the wickedness
Silence and doom