ode to a friend

enter our forest
and the vast cold sweeps
i swept you off your feet
and let you down gently
(the animals know)
we grow from the ground
our roots intermingled
but no steady flow
just your arms around mine
as i throw the last rock
into your face
through the blood
the laughter
(from the animals)
grow my finger and let go
i say goodbye
and i never want to leave
because i have to go home
and think
(the animals know)
and want
and a fear of not seeing you again
as they chainsaw me to death

-winston campbell-