The Jungle
30,000 insect species per mile,
half of them in my space
whirr of wings,
none of whch make me smile
Hot fetid air
decay of leaves
humidity overwhelms me
i cannot breathe
Dense impenetrable green,
rank pools of water
holds things i have never seen
The twitter and call of things unseen
leaves much to the imagination
my wild thrashings,
my curses and condemnation
Leafy clutter abounds every where
yet nothing is wasted
nature's powerhouse recycled
every thing eaten,everything tasted
Dark gloom of triple canopy,
day like night
night,stygian darkness
terrifies me
For the jungle man has no place,nothing
for the jungle,the insects are king
Frogs croak,hidden things chatter
flash of colour,nothing seen
stench of decayed matter,
everything green
Hot jungle,constant drip of water,
razor sharp bamboo,
makes me falter
This moving green mass holds me in its web,
the 30,000 insects,
i dread
Time to go quickly,
for i am not of the jungle,
which makes me poor and sickly
Leave,for the 30,000 insects have evicted me
dont worry,i'll go you'll see
whirr of wing
croak of frog
escapes me
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