The Collected Poetry

The Ape in the Jungle

I stalk solitary through trash cans. And-

I kick over shrouds just like-

The Ape in the Jungle.

Don't talk to me about peace.

Get your hands off of her!

This is crime. Unanswerable-

COME BACK- this criticism is louder than the last one.

Frauds: I despise you.

I own your names- I am not king of your habitat.

So I yell and yell and beat my chest.

But I have more honor than the Ape in the Jungle for I-

Would get my hands off of her!