His mind’s all black thickets and blood.” – Jim Harrison
In the deep heart of the dense forest
amidst captive shafts of untouched light
here is where bramble berries flourish
while the land surrenders without a fight.
The briers at their harshest center
are protected by thorny daggers
drawing blood from the tender skin
of unsuspecting wanderers.
And there amongst the thorny thickets,
lies the carcass of a gray-brown kit
than tufts of fur and bleached bones
for once it heard the death knell song
its soul gave up and met its doom.
But there is an essential truth
in the death of the trapped bunny
we live, we love, we cry, we die
and in the end, we are alone
while the rest of the world moves on.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg