Great rainforest of the west where fern grows on moss, above grey-green lichen, flowers on bare branches, underneath the song of the spirits of miners tinkles as the river roars on waterfalls, pollution flows from the mouths of levels, but the remains of wheels are still; algae carve Giacomettis out of larches on the crest of the hill, spoil-heaps paint a Picasso of a stag on the slope, and below a structure stoops to release a leaf of rust to float.
‘Statuenwälder’
© copyright text and translation Mary Burdett-Jones 2023