Apr 15, 2020
We have come to the jungle, and now walk forever In the dark circle all lost travelers know . . Mocked from the trees by families of idiots Where life is a listless looking-for-fleas And God a giant gorilla, feared by all. Even the orchid we seek is dangerous.
And faith is the folded wing of vulture Aware of the doom of jungle. Hope is the snout of crocodile Floating in the doom of jungle, And charity is hyenas' spoil Rotting in the doom of jungle.
And turning ape, we cry and cling together, Yammering fearfully at the sound of drums . . .
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Jungle
Phyllis Haring
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Graphic - Henri Rousseau 1844-1910
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Video:
Guns N' Roses - Welcome To The Jungle
