Fraying by Elaine C Christie

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’

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