In the middle of my fever I see you play at understanding
My aching head repeats, “Mankind needs understanding”
Insects and elephants
And I hear Mr. Shah’s deep English inflections saying,
You need understanding in both ways, to be understood and to understand
Insects and elephants
I know you want to be understood, now desire to understand
My fever-racing thought of slaughtered terrorized millions
Insects and elephants
Recall this planet, the earth, The Earth, is an ark, The Ark
Not just to carry pairs of beasts of every kind, but you too, all
Insects and elephants
Of us, strange dark bushman strange pale American , them
Strange homo sapiens strut abilities for terror and empathy
Insects and elephants
But your capacity for them versus us fills you with pride
You understand who are the innocent and what is real and what is just
Insects and elephants
You know the who of we the why of them and the because of that
Our destinies never seem to intertwine our fate never to see
Insects and elephants
My fever speaks to consider shipmates, arkmates, them is us
Every strange I is you is we is us and to them we is us
Insects and elephants
Friday, May 27, 2011
Fever
Labels:
buddhism,
destruction,
elephants,
environment,
fever,
insects,
philosophy,
poetry,
politics,
sufism,
understanding
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1 comment:
Really like this poem.. so much truth in it.
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