Amazonia

Californian seraph,
Amazonian wraith,
Stalking through forests,
Turning those graves
Where quarriers
Profits had gold
Coffins laid
Alongside cousins,
Flemish Margraves and
Iberian Dukes,
Escudos in pockets
Left by their brains.

With ivy and apples
You’d rise and reclaim;
Brazil-nut trees high
Over canopies rein
While moss runs amok
In their orbital cups;
Epiphytal orchids
Climbing kapoks.

Institutionless,
Nature’s state;
No surgeons here,
No interest rates;
The only needles
Are pines which bore
A broth, a braid.
No wills feeding
Outbreaks in swine,
No dates, no petrol,
No courts and no crime;
Just miles and miles
In greens and whites.

And so they raped you
With tractors and bulls;
Cattle for steak,
Dipped mint and a port;
Wines from their grapes,
A knife and a sword.
They lamented your loss
As they burnt you twice
On cruciform wood;
We can still hear today
The faraway hums
Where they
Buried you under
Highways and slums.
Dismantled to fatten
The lenders for life,
They will no more
Sustain us
Than unwatered rice.

Ice Cream Van Blues

Modified vehicle, Siren’s tune,
A waveless estate long-lurking through;
Like whitetip sharks in a shipwreck’s stew,
You feel the bite before it’s due.

His sign declared with wide misspellings
That a Key Worker here is ice-cream selling;
Maranhão has unabated rainforest felling,
But when was truth for political telling?

In a dream this vendor was steaming sharks,
Teeth and fins, these delicate parts;
The children ate and sang in the park,
His menu made from pictographs.

I told you before of men who defraud
In times of crisis at home and abroad,
This world is not what they purport;
Which governments would Gods of Goodness support?

Downstream I heard he was arrested,
Moustachioed vendor van-grease vested;
The parents with placards well protested,
But the shark-forests died, left unprotected.