In an instant I saw the great phantom forests.

forests
where once we hunted, once loved
& made fertile the soils
of our worship
that we may know
the beestes whose Wild we shared.

now wandering confused, our People
walk in staggered steps,
haunted witness of the unseen
Spectre, great trees
& monster ghosts
                              standing before us
                                                              calling us,
                                                                            Oh hideous,

                                                                                               “Creator!”

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