A man dances in the tropical night, gyrating possessed
running through jungle brambles, searching for lost
Kayapo blood masked by skyscrapers and networking
highways teeming with lights and smog.
Clouds of pollen dust and smoke rise from leveled land, ride the hot
breeze bellowing out over embers, ravines, creeks stirring
the sediment, grabbing at banks, lapping, surging forth
away from the gridded land, beach-lined, where the lovers
roll submerged, embracing.
Sperm and fish schools dart, angle synchronously in filtered
light revealing silver lamé scales in vector changes like rush
hour traffic merging with the expressway to be momentumously
thrown arcward, spiraling out with hundreds of satellites.
The refuse, astronaut laden, plunges, slams in an ocean bellyflop
collapsing the lungs, leaving the man screaming helplessly mute,
fearing hysterical madness, convulsing, dancing the seizure
in spasms and rhythm.
The shaman’s head explodes with ebene and snot revealing
and stomping the Hekura in a fiery frenzy burning, devouring,
leaping the canopy tops with scarlet papagayos
Abandoned feathers cascade with the rains upon pink dolphins
spilling streams, washing banks, flooding bushes
at the feet of Yanomamo dancers with feathers flying and manioc
sprouts piercing dampened ashes.
[Published in tres diversity (1999) as part of the Austin International Poetry Festival.]
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