Ten million people
killed by machete
The Congo a hemorrhage
of human despair
Ten million people
whose carcasses rotting
In jungles of torment
— and life’s disrepair
(The New Room: September, 2025)
Silverback led his gorilla by the wrist
out into the fog and missed,
lost his heart and then his way,
sadly, he was heard to say,
"Don't get me wrong,
I'm no King Kong,
it's plain to see,
so, don't make a monkey out of me."
Silverback took his gorilla by the hand,
looking for the promised land,
a jungle bungle at very best,
made him roar and beat his chest,
"What can I say,
she's no 'Fay Wray,'
here on the ground
I'm an ape, I don't monkey around."
The toxic masculinity
The big gorilla, a silverback, found in the woods a tiny creature
it first had thought of killing, but in the tiny animal saw beautiful
eyes trusting him and the great ape falls in love.
People will say it is the female part of the man in action, I say no
all men are tender when given the opportunity to defend and often
risking their life for things they love.
In our time a man is supposed to climb the ladder of success so
he can buy a bigger car and house for the family, although his wife
also has a career the man is still expected to pay.
The hubby would like to have 5-6 children it is in his nature to breed,
but now that women are emancipated, big families are out
at most one or two children, preferably adopted from Africa or Asia
The wife has so many expenses staying slim and buying clothes of
the latest trend and there is the theater, the art exhibition it is vital
to be seen in the right circle.
The man gets a mistress who can provide him with sexual relief and
since his wife is not approachable his mistress listens to his woo.
The gorilla and the man are two of kind tender of heart and deeply
misunderstood
I am Gorilla, and this my domain
You humans return to ensnare me again
Mankind with his bullets has not caught me yet
Hey Fella, that there is one hell of a net!
Now in the zoo with not much to do
The people pass by in an orderly queue
They all seem impressed when I beat my chest
They’re easily pleased so I give it my best
The zoo put a sign up with one word: BEWARE!
As king of the beasts, my job is to scare
For I am the Silverback! Alpha Gorilla
So what made those idiots call me Priscilla
My white Miss must
catch a whole lot of Jane grapevine grief
for mistletoe swinging
with a silverback Greystoke ape like me
My dreamy Snow White Miss must
take a deep sleep dive
of altered merged skin perception
Such a divine pillow place of hate deprivation
My evergreen white Miss must
give a thousand gentle tone
prickly pine cone rebuffs
Simply elegant snowflake touches of love
My glistening Snow White Miss must
heavy metal deal with so much
social rejection and hollow days negativity
But her gift of heart-melting, forgiving ease has made a better man of me
My white Miss must
always be given twenty-five hours of my sun day
She deserves a little extra
fireplace loving as our winter light fades to gray
Dedicated to Michael and Jenny
hairy and pungent
the silverback claims his own
reeking of brutality
his agenda is plain
his emotions
simple and deep
he is the father
of humanity
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