On Heart Wood in the Marshlands ~ Sculpture Poetry


On a visit to the Marshlands of the Hackensack


Dead wood now, at deepest core

remnants of organic memory

…… a tree that once was


Building artifacts

of lignified vasculature

rigidly mortified


yet so sweetly aromatic

… an embalmed corpse

from an erstwhile copse



transformed now ……

a bridge to tread on

or perhaps


a log to tarry awhile

and reminisce about times past

or perhaps



They are intricate

these laces of cellulose ……


driftwood, rotting wood,

lumber, timber

dead trees


In the Marshlands ……

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