Cactus

140 SEAN TRIBE CACTUS Based off the work of Jean-Joseph Rabéarivelo Among the plants of the earth Each has its own meaning People do not look to you to tell them The ways of god or Of the tribe You alone have maintained your meaning Separate from whatever words I would capture you with If it was not for your flowers of a deep blue Would I even think to call you plant Minus your flowers I would call you beast I cannot speak of you with my eyes filtering you My perceptions more important than your Ugly body I hope to never have to split you open To drink your filthy nectar Disgusting You appear in the desert You stand like a city wall Nondescript You are built to defend From the sun and wandering rodents If it wasn’t for those blue flowers I would not have stopped I am on my way to the forests The forests with water and Out of this heat If I could sing with the voice of the larvae Which comes crawling to drink from your water I could appreciate you 141 I have my bottled water I am on my way to the sea And I don’t want to be this isolated anymore I would like to root in a forest deeply surrounded by things like me ...