Jungle

Sweat bees cling to our faces

and get in our ears as we cut

large leaves to sit on 

placed over the stinging bugs 

on the ground.

And we sit eating and aching

with thick mud on our boots

And plucking leeches from the 

pulled up socks

Our dried food is hard to eat

and washed down with stale water that

we have carried for hours.

Black fly and mosquitoes bite our flesh

and then monkeys congregate in the

trees above, chatter and scorn

and try to piss on us.


(2014)