by Ethel Mortenson Davis
It’s where the snow lies
inside the beating heart;
the forest,
who speaks in voices
across the wind,
waiting for the conductor
to begin
its movement springward:
Where teeth tear open
the flesh of a kill,
wolfing it down in mouthfuls
before another comes
to claim it as its own—
Where mankind
has nailed her hindquarters
to a board.
In her anguish
and suffering
the forest
still presents us
with gifts
indescribable.
fourwindowspress 
That is a very impressive poem.
Pause and reflect, it bids us, as a poem should do.
You should read this to my students Mom!
Raw, brutal, tender and hopeful. I really enjoyed this poem from start to finish.
Ethel, another powerful poem. Especially,
Where mankind
has nailed her hindquarters
to a board.
Wow!!
Wonderful imagery in every line. I always hear the voice of nature/Gaia in your poetry.
You do have a gift, Ethel, for getting to the core of all Nature…