MOWGLI WITH THUNDER

Within this jungle, which is ours

I ride the back of Thunder-cloud, my friend

 

Around and through the thickets

thick banyan trees & palm fruit fallen leaves

Down muddy earthen paths

until everything is green and shadows

until inside its heart, the rain forest 

trees of this jungle are city buildings - tall

and choir of fauna high and low

do not fear to sing beneath our cathedral's shade

In this kingdom of flora and ruby rich dirt

belongs to thunder-cloud and dirt-poor me

A Mowgli on his elephant,

hollars ahead to any that hear "We are free!"

Here, far from the whips' lashing, guns,

away from the loud business of murderous money

They who say that I am nothing

in their eyes who abacus my worth with looks

with upraising lust of wolves

but I a free man, a simpleton for beloved (Earth)

I am dark skinned

Vishnu on my steed of thunder-clouds

A native son of brown & green wilderness

caterwauling to the beyonds unknown

Within our jungle, brother thunder,

my elephant of deep clouds gray

we are Mammoth and as wild as wide 

as open as free... with every step forward

on this living journey 

we will take

a peaceful kind of smile 

will only be what is written 

upon each lovely lovely face

(Within our jungles...)

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

"...abacus my worth with looks" ...wonderful! and thank you for my new word today :) you must have gone to see the new "Jungle Book" ...it looks fantastic! i will see it when it hits Direct TV ;)
your poem ... put me in a marvelous fantasy yet very real world of jungle and men ... especially enjoy Mowgli's celebration of color ... and his power ... and where it comes from .. very fine read for me!
E.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for kind review, much appreciated. I did get inspired by it... a jungle book...