The Wilted Monument Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Incorporating a sculpture
Of found objects
Has been my obsession
The last few weeks.

Building it high and extending
The rubber hose limbs sideways
Until the appendages soften
And droop in the midday heat.

Wiping my brow
I saunter to my hammock
Thinking it is good
That my thoughts are fluid

And conform to the basic structure
Of netted crisscrossed diagonals
Between two bamboo poles when
I am attacked by a case of catnap.

I stretch. Go flaccid.
My flesh rides horseback
The twines like as many arses
Mooning my emptied cranium.