At Shiloh, The Marne, and Waterloo,
Sribinica, Auschwitz, and Dien Bien Phu,
wherever the slaughtered dead soaked the earth
the marriage between man and forest grew.
The skeletrees
embraced the memories
of the long dead, saying:
'You died alone
bleeding into this earth
with no mother
to kiss your eyes.
'Press your face
into mine.
I, your mother,
never left.
'Now we are one
and every spring
we rise again
green, victorious, redeemed.'
Percy Dovetonsils
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-armistice-of-wood/
