Coral Hull: Poetry: Bestiary: Daintree Fruitbats

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: BESTIARY
DAINTREE FRUITBATS

Here come the splendid clumsy fliers,
Onto branches, that bend & sway.
Squawking, quarrelling fruitbats,
Winging it in, from wide habitats.
Feeding like gulls in the night.
The surge & swell of citric bellies,
As ripe seeds are dropped on route.
The splash & pop & fart of gas,
From a thousand pungent trees.
As large dull shapes entice bat flocks,
Into a big night's tropical fruit splurge.
Heavy odours, watering mouths,
The scent of custard apple & bananas,
As squabbling, shrieking fruitbats,
Eat & puncture thin pale skins,
With eyes of black volcanic glass.
Hanging downwards, as they feed,
Adapted to paste & sugary mush,
The spludge of warm soft pulp,
Slopping down their tawny fronts.
High trees are outpouring their bats.
The whole night is fermenting.
The red sun has dropped like fruit.
The moon is up & drooling.
Mangoes hit tin rooves like bombs.

    

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