Measures Of Its Own

Hail, Jura! Conjurer

Strips of culture appear

among strips

of greenish, brownish – breathing automatically

Slick obscurant!

I see your remote controlled bird parades;

vultures fixed on a short-lived nature's punctual machinery

Heavyweight, Jura!

Lets a pack of robot canines into the woods:

camera eyes,

airbrushed joints,

glossy limbs:

movement prediction within these carriers

My heart beats along the road –

our ghosts that dared to look up

In a murky meadow they met

the people of the area

Upscale, Jura!

And from the moment of evolving the trump-card absurdity:

hail the human intelligence!

Measured by measures of its own

Leading some minds

to know how to put on a show of force,

potential purgatory

And how to proclaim knowledge sovereign

of all living

Entitlement’s keystone

Short-term, Jura!

If intelligence was measured

in the time span of survival

then we’re outrun by the flora and the fauna

that so far have powered us

Then we’re by far the simplest species

ever to have walked the globe, Jura

In the middle of our love for each other's thinking here, Jura:

breathing in your male cowardice

Male, Jura!

And then they're meeting you later

right where product meets face

outside on the back stairs

of a hardware store in your birth region

I dare not think, it roars much

It gets silent here at night

Whoever dares to whisper

my ears are ready to listen