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[rayheinrich]

An African Out of the Blue

Just a geological second ago
all of us were deep dark skinned,
including even Mr. D. Duke’s ancestry.
We knew yams and hunting the savannah
afraid of lions – and in the darkness – demons.
We loved the nurturing green so much.
Of body parts protruding let me mention
only asses and eyes and needy lips.
That’s, what we started with, and a song
like a sad howl and a weapon from wood.
When in a moment sunken in deep,
known as meditation, I revive our
archetypes and watch them dance and sing
the joy of being, I catch hazy glimpses
of Mitochondrial Eve waving her
laughing brown eyes at me.
Out of Africa and into the dark
we moved under the brilliant immensity
of solemnly mute and eternally cryptic skies.
We raised our heads for a single singeing kiss of the sun
and just another geological second later we’re gone.

Serge Gurkski

Some people may remember Serge from this site. He was sometimes a bit crazy, always brilliant, a good soul and an excellent poet. He died a year ago this week, I'm sure that he would be delighted to know that he managed to get another poem onto this site.

Yes. Truthful. Poets should always die in spring. [tears]