Oh: could I be the saviour of culture
Through our love?

First I make my thrust
And then am clasped
By the redwood case of your toned form
Above the apex of my oil-balmed tan
Yours burgeoning out
Mine seeping happily in

And so arouse me to our pushing each other
To our clinched erectness

Through our embrace we stifle the Great Dying
Through deep-breathed lips I am turned fluid –
The serum of total health
Spread in its sheerest droplets
To be the total cure

Our clasping traps and redirects
The energy surge of war and rapine

We are the life force
The Tsunami reversed and purified
Nurturing anew the soil
The forests, the herds

Our cities rise again
From the crumbling
Of the white man’s concrete

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