Hello mother jungle

rise from that tired skin

your hair is nappy

peel away

the doubted layers within

Trance
Shake me

Dance
Under the tepid leaves

Lay to rest
Your breathing

A dozen carcasses thrown over

your barren knees

a boxed buried rose

are falling rivers

waters in the mountains

People of the jungle

live today as the last

in the nose of fire

not to let the future past

those who know of

Deaths grey horse

spirals in the stars

may come

the far off martyrs

with haste

in the eyes

bent forward

skeleton disguise

the last set of eyes you lock

with

the missing teeth

they beg for gums

will be

only by a sudden

change of luck

on faces

making smiles,

and frowns,

and narrow minded

growls, and snickers

and those god-awful

sneers

with cigarette

smoke.