Sunday, March 9, 2008

"Monkeys" by Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman

Thank you to the lovely Sheera Talpaz for bringing "Monkeys" by Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman to my attention. And you are welcome for me bringing it to yours.


In another jungle the monkeys fret.

Vibrations are tremendous.

Terror begins.

Mist dissipates.

Monkeys alight in unison

while beneath them nothing sexy happens.

From within one mangrove a monkey flutters helplessly,

another watches.

Noise like refined alabaster drifts across our monkeys.

Human intellect dwarfs only that first tear.

Everything else excels.

Intellect is nothing to savor.

Monkeys know.

Monkeys see.

Monkeys do.

As monkeys follow nauseated foresters

across wet walkways they announce their intentions.

Mankind savors variety.

Monkeys savor mankind.

Poachers came and grabbed the monkeys.

In disturbing circumstances they thrive.

Our satellites saw lilacs.


No one wanders forever.

(Matthew Rohrer and Joshua Beckman, from Nice Hat. Thanks, 2002 Wave Books.

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