Jungle
Think of the grasshopper
And of the ant
Having fun and game
And hating each other
For a lifetime
Dream of the virgin serpent
Cutting its path thru’ rock
As the natives
Put their flock to pasture
Then wake up
To the strength
Endurance
And intelligence
Of the jungle
In its monotonous rhythm
Of decadence.
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