Hello mother jungle

Your hair is nappy

Wake me from my slumber

Shake me

Under the tepid leaves

Your breathing

Your barren knees

Are falling rivers

Waters in the mountains

People of the jungle

In the nose of fire

Those who know of

Spirals in the stars

The far off martyrs

In the eyes

Bent forward

Skeleton disguise

The missing teeth

They beg for gums

Only by a sudden

Change of luck

would they be on

faces

making smiles,

and frowns,

and narrow minded

growls, and snickers

and those god-awful

sneers with cigarette

smoke.