| Tulane Review / fall 2013 |
There is Smoke in the Greenwood Christopher Kuhl
There is smoke in the greenwood, a snake wrapped around the callow trees, strangling the lithe heart among the sweet-voiced leaves. There is a tear in the wind’s eye, in the winged flight caught at the tip of the sky and torn; blood in the oak’s heart, the dispirited worm chained, a part of the hollow heart’s core, scorching the roots, the innocent vine. There is smoke in the greenwood, in the pure, frail heart of a sapling, sweet saplings, a wood torn apart.