You’ve Entered Their World

by water & wind & to these naked villagers you seem a God.

They toss you bouquets & oranges & you kiss their babies before

dawn finds you clothed

in a sparkling tie & Armani suit squatting in the muck at the edge

of the swamp

where you’ve come to gnaw the thing in your hand that drips blood

on your chest with every bite.

Is it the heart you’d stolen from the ripe baboon or it is your own heart

the one bristling with magic

that calls all to be whole again?