Sprung from primordial tears
walk hairless nudes
single animals, loneliness
is pregnant with desire
in a garden verdant
with uneaten promise
before our helpless
humanity erupts where
revelers cavort
flesh upon flesh
animal lust sins
envy a dream
of broken song
lost in a paradise
sticky with fruit
of the loin
bursting with fowl
fertilizing
sterile gluttony
a world upside down
bare asses see
want, crave, greed
penetrating
leaving an empty
fullness gorged
on anticlimactic sex
till they can’t move
slothful, lazy
a languid parades
a four point compass
of bare backs
a lazy river
drowns as
pink flesh rises
proud
a perfect penis
out of reach
hatred is
that we wake
with severed ears
to a Covid world
cut from our deafness
antiseptic bones
bleached white
wallowing in
a hell of judgment
selfish
darkness
loss and
ignorance.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt: Day Six: write a poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights. Whether you take the position of a twelve-legged clam, a narwhal with a cocktail olive speared on its horn, a man using an owl as a pool toy, or a backgammon board being carried through a crowd by a fish wearing a tambourine on its head, I hope that you find the experience deliriously amusing. And if the thought of speaking in the voice of a porcupine-as-painted-by-a-man-who-never-saw-one leaves you cold, perhaps you might write from the viewpoint of Bosch himself?