What Is This? Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

WHAT is this? Wood.

What is it? Where you came from? Where I come from? Yes.
We call it evil forest.
Why evil forest? Why? ...

Because...
We don't know, really; could be
Where there are evils

Wh-a-a-t?
We mean evil spirits
Woods where evils abound?
Woods? No; forest full of evils

Wait a minute;
Will you wave at abstract evil?
What?
Wave at what you can't see nor touch?

Why, then, full; for an abstract?
What you can't see; not touch.
Wipe your eyes for real.