humanity – Page 4 – poems 2 die for

BADDA BING

road is tar
and economy

hole and
ideology

Someones everywhere
trying to follow
their roads
to their very end

and everything might be
cul-de-sac ultimately
(straat
loop dood in a
slightly more germanic taal)

hopefully you have the grace
not to mind my language

even as rubber
and aphsalt
chew
up each other

pedal to the metal and
concrete to the petal

me stuck in traffic can
safely presume I am
measurably not alone
in not
loving it

not noticing that the lights
had changed

anxious, Slavoj,
for the lights to change
someone
sitting with a sitar
at the back
of my head

reverse gear to think
this is a raga that will
colour the clouds
thus
colour
the
rain

proudly
exactly at the moment
when angels fell

he
stood up

on his hind legs

put away
monkey business, childish
things
dropped
his prehensile tale

at which,
clock started ticking
for all obedience points
accrued
for infraction
points dropped

strewed the veld
with the detritus of
every hunter-
gatherer

later agricultural event

leaving bones to
be picked
by such as
Dawkins and Harari

bounding across new landscapes
from horizon
to horizon

virus
of conquest
so much space to acquire