adenium sap & the paradigmatic element of life

beautifully babbling towards oblivion.

that delightfully delicate desert rose,

that same alluring adenium multiflorum bearing the wondrous pinkish-fuchsia petals & white outlining angles

brings with it the death-sap used by hunters in africa,

that which in a barrage of many poison soaked arrows

will slowly kill a giraffe as it tries so desperately to

get away from its

trackers---

as the magnificent animal

of gorgeous sepia, sienna, amber & saffron

treads closer to the ground with every step

as the cardiac glycosides fill its body through its bloodstream at an extreme

toxic

level,

our minds run rampant with horror

our hearts gush red with a disgustingly hypocritical sense of

“compassion” which

stares at us back from the mirror of

time,

laughing at our own self-corruption,

as orwell in shooting his elephant,

fleeing the body before it had actually passed,

not able to watch what he himself had caused the death of,

hearing only later that it took the beautiful creature

a half hour to die---

with this same thirst for beauty,

we ourselves approach the objects which operate with a thin skin

holding a vat of toxin within themselves

ready to explode

the moment we ingest them physically, metaphorically or whatever you claim to be

“spiritually,”

if you believe in such idiocy---

regardless,

we all pay the price,

walking for hours, maybe days

in the desert &

choking,

while our fellow humans,

the trackers, follow,

like the grim reaper’s own paparazzi

ready to report back

as to how our whole story played out,

sickly & stupid as we were,

seeking sweet nectar where there wasn’t even a taste &

justifiably suffering the

consequences.