Explorers Poem by Michael Esdaile Walker

The first and last time drinking with you
Bottoms up!
Thinking, there's nothing rude under the sun today
Nor your thumping tidy body in my arms
Nor your plum-like bum
Of joy, nor how eager we were, nor how young
In songs
How like explorers we were
How casual of wonders
Wonderful your breath
Your little death
Hiking like explorers
Through multi-coloured forests
Oblivious to gifts and wonder

The rioting
of coloured, rare and frantic forest birds