Forest Feline. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop

forest feline fir purring

dusks dawns this wastrel man
his vagrant days that like tattered
rags clothe his face 
as autumn leaves fall

we walk together now to listen talk
where both our persons are now
diminished 
before the tempest of ice
& fire consumes us once more

but soft ye now I will feed you with my blood

let me breathe your music as my words
already bawdy in the day 
with the pantomime we play 
on this our funeral day – hooray

i care not for the molecules of kings
nor the stratagem of regimes
where we walk diminished in our pain
& yet I say we will regain & you

will come again 	jaguar moon
forest feline purring your dawn dusk’s born
hawthorn & the rowan 	the red berries growing

a van flashes by our simulacra
i have nothing to offer you
but my blood in  your  music
beyond our most unreasonable crime

(before the human territorial voice in)
invades & after
the sun shines it’s sudden shine
our end begins

as I stumble through the straw
but this is beech place not pine
though i guess it’s the same decline
in the end                     & the skyline rang out release me

 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times ; at Artvilla.com his publications include
 
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules and Next Arrivals, collected poems, & Moon selected Audio Textual Poems available at Amazon.com as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
 
You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)