Primal

Salty liquid dripping faster than running yard to yard

they were all coming for you

your clammy tenacious grip on squawking stolen bird

as you brined in your own perspiration

Boy! That soup wouldn’t have tasted good anyways

but you aren’t there now

to taste mwiri pepper, broad leaf thyme and garlic …

what were you thinking to stoke primal fires so ?

they had the rage of adrenalin when they gave chase

a rush collectively higher than the kaieteur

as they tied you up like a rooster in Stabroek market

and then anointed you with sugar water

it would be a baptism by fire

you sensed it and you remembered God perhaps

or felt betrayed by Moses and his ten commandments

for he did not magnify killing to stealing

Or the pain clouded such frivolous thought

when you were to the taste of all those marabunta or acoushi

or other such legionary ants

that clambered all over your sweet and sweaty body

a strange sacrifice it was

man for bird …

or man for crime

or man for self righteous rage

I apologize for the horror of the pain

but I cannot make it mine

It is too much to endure even in poetry

or in remembering

even if the memory is borrowed

I only hope you didn’t have to beg for death long

rest in peace …

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Because we do terrible things and some stories need to be told.

The green exists because I see

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It’s a long while to dusk
And I ponder what is real…
Neuroscientists assure me
That reality is a construct of
my carefully woven perceptions
Projected onto the mirror of
what then grafts … onto my consciousness
I identify green not because it exists
but because I contrive to see it
In the breathtaking blazing hues,
In commingling viridescence at the arboretum…

The humpback whale on screen
A neocortex rivalling and surpassing Man’s…
Man is free diving in the shallows of a Cerulean Sea
A whale sinuously weaving her way around his bony frame
He rests belly up…
She mirrors him, thrilled to play
The size, the size, it’s incongruous
These exertions
Is this her reality
The play, the zest, the heat
What thrills her mammalian heart I wonder
What kindness drives her actions?

Does she see, feel, play, or…
does she see, interpret, contrive an action
Where does this emanate from?

The heart brooks no tales
It’s only more inscrutable than
the legitimate valves and muscles that comprise it.

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I find it incredibly humbling to see how a creature as gigantic as the humpback whale can make such compassionate allowance for a creature as insignificant and small as man. The irony here too is the difference in species.