Jungle

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jan 06, 2020 

Pheromones
wafting,
hormones
charging.
Pulsating energy
abounds.
The jungle
breaths.
Rules apply,
wound inexorably
through countless
millennium.
Firmly ensconced.
Sophisticated
ignorance.
The animal
confused.
Confused
about
its place.
Confused
about what
it is.
The din
of the
jungle
beats within.
The beast.
Humanity
growls,
no different
from the rest.
Pheromones
wafting,
hormones
charging.

 

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