Jungle Fever Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Jungle Fever



a prophet gets no
honor in his town. I'm no prophet but only
a poet trying to write the poetry of the day
but they watch me with the hawk's eye.

no longer do I sing
the songs of Innocence, for out
of the egg-shell matrix have I graduated
into the profound absurdity of the real world,
where ambiguity wears the crown in its jubilation,
and the well dressed don who wears
a stetson hat and the business suit
from Bradford, smiles with you and plots your downfall.

no longer do I sing
the songs of Innocence,
no longer do I sing as a bird.

''by the rivers of Babylon, there we wept
when we remembered Zion''.
only rivers of brass and tears
and the syntax of vines intermingle
in this jungle fever.

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