woodland | Write Out Loud

woodland | Write Out Loud

Horrified Woodland

In the forest of bamboo poles walked it was hot and

I felt like a lost ant not remembering where its hill was.

I tried to pull up a bamboo pole I remembered that

as a boy I had a rattan fishing rod,

but could not, and it didn´t mattered I wasn´t

going to fish anything anymore. The panda likes bamboo
shoots.

I used to go fishing in the stream on

Summer evenings and when I caught some

the farmer´s wife fried them in butter ... delicious...

The stream is not there any longer, a beauty that was a
hindrance

to progress 

in the forest of canes I saw hyenas catching a baby elephant
and

eating of it before it was dead.

The real thing not Disneyland with mechanical crocodiles and
happy

ducks dressed as sailors.

It strikes me, here in the forest of oversized wicker
baskets,

that death is of no concern to the dead,

and that fat corpses will in time be slim, but that is of no
concern to

 the living.