Dendrology

Woodman

The first seat – a fork in a branch. Pieces of it – the first regulated heating. In its shade – the first break.

We’re speaking of trees.

Seen, tasted as well as smelled and sometimes also turned to stone.

And always used.

We’re speaking of wood.

Useful may our thanks be to the wood scholars, the dendrologists.

Woodman

I lay in a cradle

of wood

I made myself a cabin

of wood

I travel on wheels

of wood

wood is the paneling of my niche

of my space-time continuum

in my glass and metal house

I lie still in the coffin

made of nothing but wood

I am dead

the wood it lives

it‘s as old as I shall never be

wood is a symbol for time

and time itself

lives on in the wood