Towering high above the lotus ponds:
rainforest greens – forked antler fronds
and velvety leaves like fingers trapped
– a perpetual self-stimulating act
wrapped in ghostly gloves.

Rising up from the whirlpool springs:
filthy waters turned bright and clear,
soot it inhales, fresh air it brings.
Inseminating the atmosphere
– world of stars and doves.

Unlike man – the neverlasting –
casting out fumes like spells:
The Angiosperm fontinius ‘Wells’
smog it consumes – wicked it smells!

Text and illustration: previously published in Blauwblad No. 05, February 2022 (p.22-23).