What Might They Find There

On brown sands of an uncultured river In the burning sun rays of the primitive sun Would lie in wait the sharks and crocodiles Of the time when it was a paleolithic weaver Of dancing carnal shadow of unclothed appetite Towers of illegitimate light This jungle scene one would come across One who would peek deep down in my soul And so it was until the angel emerged (What is the human life except the lovely journey From the molecules of hyena and leopard To the milky foam of an angelic transcendence) Stark greed in need of dense dark raw delight In impatient prying plight day and night Until you came in the form of an angel (Are not you and angel in essence the same) Refining the wild bison towards angelhood Gradually but steadily come the cultural flowers Comes fresh morning with the terrible trash gone, in lieu Two shiny cups and a teapot in a lyrical view ________________________________________________ 17/9/2016