Beneath dark spathes and fantail fronds
Love was a hard striving
In those most delicate of times
When suspicions and lusts were easily aroused,
Volcanic eruptions were as common as parasites,
And patience was sought from old stories.
Under the oversized crescent moon hung sky
Hunting was hard and meat was scarce.
What scant prey there was would scamper away,
As a black marble eye scanned the horizon,
And reflected the luster of the lune lit firmament,
But love was ever yet stronger than the trial.
Below globular clusters of heavenly bodies
The horrible horny claw removed mountains,
Cast aside natural arrogance and congenital pride,
And let fall some limp carcass from its bloody maw
To share the kill with the pack,
To let them feed.
With the expenditure of that fierce strength
Came a kind of quickened instinctive knowledge
Of both annihilation and subsistence.
As the urgent reflex to gulp was killed, too,
And the young muzzles were nudged toward nourishment,
A viciously hard serenity descended upon the tyrannosaur.
They continued to hunt on strong swart legs
Pumping through marshes and across stony wastes
Until with finding, finding passed away.
-Hajj Muhammad Legenhausen
Ramadan 1422/ Adhar 1380/ December 2001