the Forest

Mom's house
stands on chicken bones
in the dream
on green painted strut
squats as a
in the gable in the shade folds
Look at the rise
the Great Mother severity
makes himself comfortable `s
casts out hope
the salvation of souls
she clings
Horned firmly in the Old
Patience and leisure
clear words on the lips
she rides on human bones
the tree skeletons
fiery rage she slipped
in the Forest of Shadows