A whirlpool of green leaves,
Twisted branches, gnarled trunks,
Wrapping the crew of chimps.
They know the chaos well.
Well enough to call it thiers.
Cries pierce their green cocoon,
Foreign cries a kin to them, flood the jungle.
The forest seem to thrash,
Drowning in the blood.
The punctured green cocoon
Is patched up with flesh,
Pulled ravenously from bone.
If I had to write a commentary on this, I'd focus on imagery, diction and tone. I would focus on these aspects because these are the most effectively used within this poem. Using words like "ravenously" and "wrapping the crew of chimps." The diction and imagery are what form the harsh, and war like tone.
ReplyDeleteHarsh words are prevalent throughout the poem, "pierce," "thrash," and "gnarled." These are all attributes of the mood of war. Ruthlessness and violence. This idea continues within the imagery, "pulled ravenously from bone," "the punctured green cocoon." The imagery includes the metaphor of the forest as a green cocoon. The use of verbs also act to present an action oriented mood. Everyone is on high alert, pulling, patching, drowning. Utter chaos.
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