Howard White


Dead Farms

All the dead farms in the woods
it was the Europeans who did it
they thought their world
their cups of tea their cricket scores
orchards operas oldcountry habits
meant something final
meant a world that went everywhere
and just existed
they did not know or forgot
a world is a fiction
which vanishes the minute
there is nobody to believe it
they forgot life was something else
something terrible and real
lurking in the wilderness