10-RUMINATING ON HOPES

We look now to polar bears for innocence, their kills

Don’t murder for power, to honey-loving bears and gracious ocelots.

It is late now in the humans’ perversion. Things strip themselves,

You may touch their diseased skeleton. Who am I then, reading

Down streets that writhe like untuned songs, am I still

Impregnated like warm wax by the salvific hopes? Cunning

Capitalocene bombs and starvings shattered the hopings 

Into garbage heaps of millions and billions of human

Corpses. I was left naked to enemies in the foetid marsh,

Nursing jealously an army of needless lesions festering,

Serving a life sentence amid cayman appetites, coral

Snake venoms. Lost hopes                 shattered dreams. 

Anxiety keeps wringing my heart: I embrace you my love 

Dead to me endless years. I remember, mouth to mouth,

Each shudder of yours. I talk with my lost hopes:

you are not guilty,

You were smothered, poor people, by smiling killers in spats. 

In a perfectly sinful age they also serve who only stand

And wait, pollinating pregnant memories.