METAPHOR
MAFIA

"What you guard the most is what they aim to take."
— Luca "The Quill" Moretti

Under the Monkey Tree

must there be leaders?
on a patch under the monkey tree
gathers the hopeful tribe
with drums
will there be a joining,
on a patch under the monkey tree?
sporadic tumps reach out
to connect
so, gradual, the merging beat —
on a patch under the monkey tree
tumps to thumps — thumps to thunder!
all one!
dancers sway, smile and sing
hearts galloping under the monkey tree
where rumbling rises up to touch
the clouds
the sage is lit! — god is here!
life is good under the monkey tree
and love chants
in unison
a single chorus, a rising prayer,
victory! under the monkey tree!
slowly….slowly....rolling to a stop
cheering!
one yells out, “Do like this!”
a leader under the monkey tree
rolling sighs, rolling eyes —
and so, the joining ends.

— LD —

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Lyman Ditson is the creator of Metaphor Mafia, a poetry site exploring metaphor, risk, and A.I. voice.