Ancient Blood Forests Poem by Juan Arabia

The ancient blood forests
once more made new by the sun,
and everything green and its sap,
and the hollows blinded in the deep.
All of them, now stirring, cast out the fossil.
Mimic the Cwmdonkin Drive canary
to turn the air to something whiter, purer,
like a rabbit trace.

The first sail furled to the mast
bathed in ice salt cold,
and the basins and their chains,
and the dark ship's entire crew.
All of them, now joyful, plunge into the void.
Remember the Albatross, the essential ballad.

The first apple sack
tossed to the bottomless well of old age.
And all the nectar and its veins,
and the wildwood fires.
The ancient blood forests
now stirring, unhinged,
like the crow thrown from its cold nest
in the deep enchanted night.