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Jungle Temple by Abbie Hilton
from Legacy 2000
Jungle Temple
by Abbie Hilton
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The seed planted in you must have been caught
From its infancy between wedge-leaf stone.
How many times thwarted finger roots bought
Water from the rock? Licked sacrificial bones?
Shackled, restless, pushing, it rose atom by atom,
quiet through empires' ages. Soft roots
locked in frozen battle with pagan
mineral. And now no priest to pull the
shoots.
Trunks widen: see how the crouch like old
warriors
on your carcass! Fallen, fallen—arches,
ceihngs, secret rooms. Fear, Vishnu!
The full grown fig with sickle-time will slice
your stone.
