Nature Is High, Man
Too high to climb the pine tree
with the skinned trunk,
my ears latch on to the buzzing
of the forest dark,
a million stabs and suicides—
murder has many voices
and many choices
and we wear the plaid shirts
and Kodiak boots not
just for kicks.
An ample bear commits
no wrong by slamming through
the brush pursuing a moose.
The moose might differ,
but the forest exists for every
thing and now and then a bear
must eat a moose
to feel alive, to feel bear-like.
The moose would argue
that its life means more to it
than dinner for a brute.
But Nature differs.
Nature is too high to give
a shit what kills or doesn’t kill.
Things have to eat. Things
have to die and sometimes
these things coincide.
Meanwhile Nature chills.
Horror Sleaze Trash 