The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - The wood cutter
The wood cutter
M A Heathcote
In the blackest dungeon forest, in the deepest dark
There in; lies a post-hold position, in yours and gods heart
Where in; he builds a lowly wood cutter habitation,
Each log there in; a year, each window or door a decade
Of unerring ecology: Itís here the beast are given a deputation,
Itís here all the beastsí nefarious gather to be stockade.
With boring gimlet burning eyes do they all impeach?
And rebuff, in gainsay, deputize a heathen to preach
But god like the numeral midge whispers in the interim to each!
His words like resin rises and elucidates both heart and mind
And yet again it is he elected the wood cutter of humankind.