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Territorial Imperative That jungle pools Were special places, Communal mothers For placid slaking Of simple thirst. I used to believe Enchanted rules Charmed each oasis, Made beasts as brothers In pure partaking That quenched the worst. How I imagined Green-shadow ponds, The Tranquil lapping Of lion, eland, Forgoing gore With a tacit bow! How I imagined Non-feral bonds --Such sylvan sapping In a fairyland Ripe with lotus-lore-- Eludes me now... For now I stand near a waterhole In the gangrene jungle's sweating soul... For now An equatorial noon Chatters and grins like a mad baboon... For now My skin hears the thick flies feast On a carrion-bowelled wildebeest... For now A low currr claws my mind, Too hot-throated, too close behind... --Now But a splintered second remains For terror tugging my whirling sleeve, For a trigger twitch as the Mauser trains To splash a bullet through the brains Of what I used to believe....
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