25 August 2017

Picnic


This animal shall not die without witnesses.
Green and red intermingle to produce
A hot heathenish color, a sticky infection in 
The forest. The green is dark now, like poison.
It is darker now that the sun has looked away.
Still, they are looking. The forest looks.

This animal shall not die without witnesses.
The ants go marching one by one
Red and green intermingle uncertainly
And in my dream, the red overcame the green.
The ants go marching one by one
The ants go marching one by one

When they are hungry, they grow to be
Larger than racoons, and they are hungry.
These are the raincloud of witnesses,
Come to celebrate. You can hear them
Crunching the grass from under
Ground; it makes me whiskers twitch.

“Gentlemen! You know God forbids
To drink the blood of the dead.”
“Forbidden? Then why did He
Make our coats such lustrous red?
Do this in remembrance of Me, He said
And where is He now? He also is dead.”

“Oh ants! Why don’t you hesitate?
Are you not ashamed, not afraid?”
“We have no time, no time to wait!
If we don’t eat, our neighbors will.
And they certainly don’t hesitate”—
They added with a shudder.

This animal shall not die without witnesses.
And how did I become one among the eyes
Which glows in bushes around the dead?
I used to strain my ears to hear
The laughter of the forest: now, I can’t
Get it out of my head.


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