Damn you all
wild cooing of doves in distant branches
beyond the curtain drawn window
in the darkened room
where he sits on the edge of the bed
frail & thin gently nodding to & fro
thinking progress be damned
nation states wear hoods
ghost riders in the sky stampede
the plains & piss in the oceans
the salmon from the rivers have gone
in what seas will they now spawn
& he is down by the riverside
down by the riverside where
he casts his line into its waters
waiting for it to tauten the sudden
tug the thrill electric of connection
the flick the jerk as a wriggling
sparkling life glints in the light
sails through space to land at his feet
the poetic stance
oh not at all damn you all
“No Mars”
return to the Jaguar Moon
what is perpetuation
one is many is everyone
is everything is a person
a matter of perspective
she alone will adorn the many Jaguar Moon
evolution is but diversity
it will always come again
but sapiens are but rapiens
now their remains
if the world should come again then come O Jaguar Moon
the sleek Brazilian jaguar does not in her aboreal gloom
distill so rank a feline smell as grishkin in a drawing room
who is grishkin O Jaguar Moon
when she’s feline & we her prey
unless we outlive the day
her kiss that sips our blood like nectar
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at Artvilla.com ; You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author & https://poetrylifeandtimes.com See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)
