Dancing In The Dark
By Richard Bonfield
A poem for Verreau’s sifaka: A Madagascan Lemur
Nijinsky of the green – washed light
Balletomane of paradise
Verreau’s sifaka can you hear
That Gibson Les Paul in your ear?
Which grunges through discordant sounds
Of giant hardwoods crashing down
From which the ebony is sawed
To make those lovely finger boards
On which your elegy is scored
By spinal tapping dinosaurs
And Geishas who recline at night
On rosewood beds by candlelight
Which once were stately buttressed trees
That formed the forest’s canopy
But now lie stacked in lumberyards
Their value inked on numbered cards
All poetry and music lost
The flashing Hang Sen counts the cost
Of weighing landscapes by the gram
And selling off the soul of man.
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