What was the last time a branch
Fell on your head
Screaming, “I want to kill you?”
Have the forests ever asked
Why they should bother listening
When we can not hear ourselves?
Dear forest,
that which we pride
Ourselves for contemplating
While destroying All of it
Except those parts we would like to
Contemplate in complete solitude,
Only our (de)vices
To share our contemplative state of solitude
Via Facebook.
What with having been put forth before you,
Dear forest,
I can not escape the toxicity of
My own body, my morality
Festering in its own juices of humanity
as I destroy you
With this ink and this pen and
This paper contemplating
My gratitude nonetheless
In the solitude which you have
Always offered to me,
Sweat and tears
Running down your sides
Into a hole older than mankind,
This uterus of undeniable reflection,
Swollen with autumn rain.
Анна Андреевна Gouznova 