The collection Stars, Traps is featured by a casual subtitle in a single word – Poems. It has an “outward” orientation into a wider global and social space, enlightening it with cosmic and ironically critical “cold objectivity” between the first (The First Star – “caught into a solemn universe”, quote) and the final poem (Snowworld – “no hope is left / for the lost world”, quote). The core of his winter verticality is the poem The Sevenheaded in multiple parts where Detela, in exalted, expressive sequencing and repetition of syntagmas of free verses, develops a kind of a memorial service (“when is the service to be held”, quote, Chapter 2) for a chopped down yet indestructible seven-headed tree (“The tree is eternal”, quote for The Tree). Already in the introduction of the poem he asserts individualistic isolation of the my(s)t(h)ical tree erecting “itself on the self / in the middle of spaces” (quote). The verified and concrete (visual-auditory) value of the concept of a tree has been “vividly” experienced – as words in various languages (it particularly corresponds in German with the prose narrative Ein Baum, ein Traum from Detela’s book Die Merkmale der Nose, 2005).