Homo Sapiens Sapiens
(Wisest of the wise)
Today, in a picture book, I saw A frog with a bat gripped in its maw, Two tiny legs hung out to dry, Beneath a gold reptilian eye— An eye that spoke of empty Zen Spawned long before the dawn of men, An eye that will be staring still When London sleeps beneath a hill. But of the bat, the lens was mute, Death falls silent in pursuit, And we may learn — to our surprise — Who was ‘wisest of the wise’.
Mandalay, Mustique January 26, 2007
Poem Published in the following books: Homeless In My Heart