Tropical dell sunlight enters talks to the leaves
wind has been stolen by winged theives
The hobbyists crowd around the overgrown crypt
asking the guide between appropriate sips
all of us and our curious words eagerly
blitzed by the heat worshipping it secretly
taking on a big cup of strong coffee to stand us up for the day
get to the bottom an insect crawls out of the last mouthful bay
Forest vapor and the myriad of noises
seek our senses an unknown foe
Those thousands of years ago
when these hills were beaches
life under a million roots to teach us
A crypt with runes in ancient sarcasm
Historians fantasies sledge hammer orgasm
the humidity contributes giddy balmy morning
branches stir migrating animals in undergrowth
Predators and parasites follow closely to host
Prey is what they have evolved into
Spreading predictably across the earth
to breed and be regularly eaten
bones the forest floor rots for seed
canopy shading the crypt despite the heat
Predator's quintessential reality
shade and stealth a creed
the prey a clumsy society
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