I woke from a dream of trees and blood
and a voice deep as Earth saying
Descending with the sun in humid dankness
rank with insidious life, gross and dark.
The brutal is the acceptable thing.
The war within the soul
is pointless - all
Cry 'Chaos!' and let loose the ties that bind
to the reasonable
And howl and hunt with wild dogs beneath their moons.
Let pitiless eyes
gleam under leaves
leap high above waves
A vast intelligence seeking life
where there is abundance
Attuned to lightning spear and monsoon howl
at Ocean's heart the wordless cry is heard,
Pulsing in the blood as thunder shatters hearing
into the whiplash scream of rain
driven from heaven by hell in the heart
of the storm.
Go down into Africa
and drown yourself in mysteries.
Stars sing in the darkness
and my blood sings with them
paeans of violence and hymns of destruction
Rending limb from torso and feature from face
in death I sink into the victim,
Become a pulse, a dying heartbeat,
a pale eye,
a spyhole into the beyond.
Taken further in, at one time tropic,
burning in the belly,
and arctic ice,
Greeted by snarls, tearing jaws bared
in a foaming leer of challenge or welcome -
I cannot tell which.
No grief in the kill -
No sorrow at taking of life -
When all things are one
there can be no dissolution
Your crime is not mine,
Nor can it ever be.
Bleeding is a quiet way to die
until the vultures scent you.
Sunscorched plainswind fuels the veins
Head thrown back, roaring defiance in the throat
The compulsion to live -
the obsession to live -
the passion to pass on life
and become immortal -
savage mating of soul with soul
and a rending of being,
violent communion -
an opening -
on the edge of eternity.
Revelling in the slow violence of living
Gold flows in the veins of the earth
in caves far distant
deeper than imagination
crystal synapses glower
and crack and grate with immovable force.
Earth takes breath once a century.
Yet are there rare moments of peace, when
at joining of forest with plain
where the antelope stands sentry, scenting
the winds from the mountain -
Life holds its breath a heartbeat, an infinite stillness
echoing the eternity above,
a fleeting space when it is safe to sprawl
belly up beneath the watchful moon,
when a wary sussuration releases tension
to wing its way to sunrise
with the kite.
Time is no more.
The weak die young here,
crushed in the hyena's jaws,
Do you dare go down into Africa
and meet us in the jungles?
prowl and slide and tear and lust
in the red and green and black,
the mind's miasma and the psyche's shame -
There is no mercy.
The beasts within the swamp lope on four legs -
and walk on two,
and crouching in the slime I tear
flesh from bone with teeth filed for shearing.
Do not speak to me
and do not speak of me.
I am beyond your understanding
unless you join with me
There is safety here.
No subtle constricting lie,
No smiling deceit -
Hypocrisy torn screaming from its source
lies bleeding in the midnight dust:
is dead by dawn, sung in by scintillant
There is purity in the sunrise,
and in the face of madness
there is a stillness
at the centre.
Africa peers over my shoulder,
smiles, feather-kisses my cheek,
"I saw you from afar...."
Whirls round and darts into deeper green
where wildness meets water and both become life -
Diving endlessly into the source.
Cat-eyed I crouch in stillness over the falls
and watch her fall forever…
My heart dives with her into a deeper inception
and all that I am dissolves into rebirth…
Do not look for me -
I am not here.
© 1999 Joules Taylor