The Forest God prowls through my dreams,
sometimes a deer, sometimes a man. He haunts
our Western Civilization, showing up unwanted,
like the raccoon in the trash can, the coyote
in the back yard, the deer and the rabbits eating
the garden. He prowls through my dreams
and I turn over, remembering a time when
I was wild, a time before time, a life before
this one. When the towers fall, when the streets
are empty, when the cars no longer run,
when the rich are eating their money, he will
roam the land again, still as wild as ever,
calling to all of us to go feral and join him.