Adenium Sap and the Paradigmatic Element of Life
that delightfully delicate desert rose,
that same alluring adenium multiflorum bearing the wondrous pinkish-fuchsia petals & white outlining angles
brings with it the death-sap used by hunters in africa,
that which in a barrage of many poison soaked arrows
will slowly kill a giraffe as it tries so desperately to
get away from its
trackers---
as the magnificent animal
of gorgeous sepia, sienna, amber & saffron
treads closer to the ground with every step
as the cardiac glycosides fill its body through its bloodstream at an extreme
toxic
level,
our minds run rampant with horror
our hearts gush red with a disgustingly hypocritical sense of
“compassion” which
stares at us back from the mirror of
time,
laughing at our own self-corruption,
as orwell in shooting his elephant,
fleeing the body before it had actually passed,
not able to watch what he himself had caused the death of,
hearing only later that it took the beautiful creature
a half hour to die---
with this same thirst for beauty,
we ourselves approach the objects which operate with a thin skin
holding a vat of toxin within themselves
ready to explode
the moment we ingest them physically, metaphorically or whatever you claim to be
“spiritually,”
if you believe in such idiocy---
regardless,
we all pay the price,
walking for hours, maybe days
in the desert &
choking,
while our fellow humans,
the trackers, follow,
like the grim reaper’s own paparazzi
ready to report back
as to how our whole story played out,
sickly & stupid as we were,
seeking sweet nectar where there wasn’t even a taste &
justifiably suffering the
consequences.
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