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- I turn around and see behind
- an outflowing of countless centuries,
- spilling the mouth of history, stretching taut
- the paper drawstring stitched around its lips,
- oozing to the farthest reaches of
- recorded time, where paper frays and frames
- the forms of kings, and mounds of plebeian dust
- ride the backwards-floating wind of time.
- In the primal bush in golden sunshine robed,
- perspiring blackened topsoil underneath
- to cool the crib, the little feet of lizards
- now long returned to loam and dirt would drag
- their little bellies through the oozing mud
- and scrawl across the land in scurried streaks
- a city in relief embossed in dirt,
- winding its ways through the swaying tallgrass,
- until the primal simian learned that if
- he tucked his throbbing thumb against the rock
- cupped in his foregathered dactyls, it would
- repel the haul of gravity and taste
- the glassy higher air unsullied still
- by smoke and breath, and fly to where it pleased
- him that it fly to hammer muck from meat
- and speckle red his ragged face through art of
- slaughter. The blood of grassland peasantry
- made flush the lining of the arteries
- that plotted lines awry about his face,
- and on his temple set a bony crown,
- and fed the marrows of his kingly bones;
- the bulbous mouth, the downy cheeks, the squat
- phallus resting in its matted nest, like
- the monkey-king upon his fleshly throne.
- Of morbid curiosity I chase
- with eyes the lives of my progenitor,
- and deep within my chest the drum begins
- to beat at sight of savagery to match
- the savagery forever etched upon
- my cardiac wall. What in me is human,
- whatever masculine, testosterone
- trails afire, descended the lines from him.
- But what in me is human had been boiled
- and fused together in bubbling womb-water:
- the primal male had swum towards the female
- and had cocooned himself within her, sharing
- blood and spirit to build a progeny, like
- the baby hominid that stood just slightly
- taller than his hulking parents and shuffled
- around the shelter that his mother built him.
- His mother reined the fingers fixing slats
- in grooves of some austere machinery,
- and father let him hold the gutted bow
- while seated on the saddled arching hump.
- But both father and mother directed
- the drawing of the catgut, taught the love
- of creaking wood as the curved spine is drawn
- taut, and arrow loosed at a mammoth’s heart.
- It’s only fitting hence that he be
- anointed, forehead, fist, and foot, with blood,
- bespeckled scarlet as the ruptured soil
- with mammoths’ blood, with blood of wolves and rats
- and monkeys born to foreign broods with twisted
- snarls affixed upon their snouts, as he claps
- a bloody wedding done against a skull
- with bloody cudgel blows. He dragged his prize
- away, and no ceremony except
- the scarlet consecrate upon his head
- and taste of red communion on his fangs,
- but he fucked her and another brood was born,
- bespeckled scarlet as the ruptured soil.
- When he died his ravaged widow served him
- to a pack of loping hyenas in the night.
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