What Is This? Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

WHAT is this?
Wood.
What is it,
Where you came from?
Where I come from? Yes.
We call it evil forest
Why evil forest?
Why? .... Because.....
We don't know, really; could be
Where there are evils
Wh-a-a-t?
We mean evil spirits
Woods where evils abound?
Woods? No; forest full of evils
Wait a minute;
Will you wave abstract, evil?
What? Wave at?
What you can't see nor touch?
Why, then, full; for an abstract?
What you can't see; not touch.
Wipe your eyes for real.