A Silent Vacuum In the Forests

it must be near the forest beds - near! oh, near the forbidden beds of ancient pigeons and sacred doves that flock’d along the lofty niger beds - and came she – sudden and sullen came she with throat song-swollen like some sands of fast and fluty men singing like some sword-beak'd hen that flock’d along some weird river beds - and well-wrap’d were her strange signals! and came she – a sinister creature wild of baboons and monkeys - a like-mind who must twist-blew in the wild songs! who must sing and dance baboon songs! and father thot a monkey could sing drumming on the native ancestral drums and mother thot a baboon could sing dancing to the native ancestral drums and death came, oh! young death came wearing a cloak of fiery ferry of primates oh, the stretch of lands under this tame plung’d into the great wisdom of primates and this death welds a sledge hammer each son and each father along this niger! some harsh bombs in a hand-shake with my forests chas’d rest out of town and in turn the baboon’s good estate took such a lifeless state of a leaf-brown where baboons and monkeys drench’d in soft-humour of bloody strife where whole villages lie fully sack'd from ancestral lands by a new lord of strife! and father a-jok’d of such a lifeless figure and mother smil’d at such a lifeless figure but the harsh bombs of lifeless bombardments brought a silent vacuum in the forests! oh, stubborn lords of my cut-throat gentr’y my niger beds a-crop the sly seedlings of beauty tho’ baboons and monkeys a-swim like the swine in blood of self-immolation, a-crying … crime!