A fence encloses me
Formed of impaled skulls on wooden spears
Shoved in the mud in a circle around my feet;
I stand naked in the center
And the radius between me and each spear
Is about two yards.
My cage of refuge
Is located in a tiny clearing
In a huge hazardous rain forest,
A jungle swarming with unpredictable contingencies,
Random accidents of chance,
Crazy events involving both the living and dead.
Occasionally as I scan past the treetops
For a patch of azure sky,
A parrot or bird of paradise crosses overhead
And shits on my shoulder or hair;
The skulls grin at this subversively,
But mostly they provide faithful service.
These bodiless heads are scarecrows,
Except more like a four yard diameter pentagram
In their portentousness,
Warding away evil from the heights
Of their ten foot javelins.
In the mud at my bare feet
I have scratched a crude representation
Of extravagant female breasts
And one mantric word: