Oracles of incense smother brushlands below
Where tribesmen have worn paths
that we have journeyed centuries before.
We are the spirits of the dead.
In the red dust sun, we have sat
cross-legged in arcane meditation.
We have tiptoed fraying air
to chase honey-dew cicadas.
Silver sashes ringing bell-tower trees,
our dark monocles highlight
our neon gaze, gargoyle-like.
Stunned as a blowpipe bleeds a threadbare future
into secret portholes of extinction.
We are the spirits of the dead –
we lie in the red dust sun in deep meditation.
Ring-tailed Lemurs are only found in Madagascar and are highly endangered.
‘Lemur’ means – ‘spirits of the dead’