Heart of the Serengit
by Will Danforth
We – drove –
out into the heart of the serengit, we drove
– into the heart of the serengit
into the hordes of wildebeests, grazing and calving,
calving in the heart of the serengit
until there were wildebeests from horizon to horizon
and still we drove for miles and miles and
still there were wildebeests
like dark thoughts stretching,
dark thoughts stretching for miles and miles,
from horizon to horizon
giving birth in the heart of the serengit
populating the heart of the serengit
populating the world with dark thoughts stretching
horizon to horizon on the serengit
able to run almost immediately,
suckling, cavorting, immediately
and lost ones bleating, destined to be eaten
all a vast mind, a holy mind
And we stopped
and snapped panoramas
wholly inadequate to the task
Mean-while the heart is running out on the serengit
the heart yearns to populate the serengit
with dark thoughts stretching from edge to edge,
calving and cavorting o’er the serengit
breaking past sensation, the cage of sensation
sensation is the edge that keeps you small
you can fill the whole, you can fill the whole
(with dark thoughts stretching from pole to pole)
fill the heart of the serengit and beyond