Monkey man and his macaw
Remember everything they saw
In the jungle, deep and green
Acts of joy and things obscene,
Played-out between the men
Clad in steel, looking for gold,
And forest tribes, from times when
The trees were not so old...
The strangers came from afar,
Guided by moon and star,
Seeking distant truth,
The fountain of youth...?
Only to get tangled and stuck,
In vine-traps and tropic muck,
Left screaming, and bereft of luck...
They started to rust, and lose direction,
Succumbing to madness & infection,
Losing their spirits and getting much thinner,
Looking at each other as dinner.
The few left alive, got down on their knees,
And prayed for a way to return to the seas,
Then the naked ones came and showed them the way,
To the river, which flowed down to the bay,
So, they made some rafts and floated away,
Never to return, even until this day.
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