Time,that horned and masked chameleon,
With bulging swivelling round eyes,
Stalks slowly forward till its sticky tongue
Strikes like a lightningbolt...
The dead man’s spirit lives on in his jawbone.
He moves through the long grass
Like a leopard.
His smile is wrapped in a red barkcloth shroud.
One twin is human, the other a python.
Their voices are waterfalls.
West through the forest,crossing two streams,
I go,emerging at the swamp
Of sitatunga and shoebill,
Then climb the hill to the shrine.
In the rainforest the chimpanzees are at war:
One tribe methodically exterminating the other,
Isolating and murdering the enemy
One by one.
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