Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Poem #12: Animal Instinct (Liberia 2008)

black hot sand
spits up,
licking our backs
like hot Lick Branch coals
from under our ATV tires.
we ride fast, faster, fastest
from the jungle--
where its much cooler,
damper, and dangerous!
He knows not to come
after dusk!
screaming for Man to leave
we flee like 
porch monkeys!
leave. we got to leave!
jumping and swinging from trees,
defecating on pale faces.
hissing, beating our chests like
Tarzan, warning Them
one last time.

1 comment:

DBFrank said...