This is absolutely fantastic, Kit. I just finished reading another poem of yours, and I have to repeat that what you do best is tell stories---your characterization, your use of suspense, and especially your specific repetition towards the end really did it for me. I found your character of the Vulture especially effective in these cryptic lines:
quote:I am very impressed by you. The Vulture shows so much self-awareness, his lamentation on the state of the outskirts (especially in comparison with Billy's naive optimism) is shocking both to Billy and to us. I see the connection between Billy and the characters inside the forest who are blissfully ignorant of what is going on, and the reader who is pampered in city life and likely has never seen the inside of a forest, let alone its being cut down, or the horror experienced by its inhabitants.
“My work is never-ending now.” The vulture finally said,
“I’m busier than ever here upon the edge of Dread.”
I am going to add this to my library so I can read it over and over again. This is one of my favourite poems of yours, Kit, especially because of the characters of Billy and the Turkey Vulture. I also love the way you've built a miniature community within the forest limits, including death, life, etc, such that the two-legs are destroying not simply a good and happy place, but an entirely self-sufficient universe of extremes.
Like I say, this must go into my library, because I do plan to read it over and over again. I would write you a more satisfying response if only I had the time---and I probably will return to this later, because I think there's a lot to be said about this poem that I haven't. Suffice it to say that I believe you, Kit, are a poet of very high distinction.
"God becomes as we are that we may be as he is." ~William Blake