In memory of Tuli Kupferberg
I sensed my aboriginality
When I perceived
That I and my fellow humans
Were inseparable
From so-called Nature.
Be it understood
That as a city child
My Nature was less
Trees and streams
Than sidewalks and sirens.
Later came the acid trip
When I realized all things,
Animate and inanimate,
Created and uncreated,
Had souls.
I remembered
My aboriginality
When I stood,
In my imagination,
On a shore
Watching them
With their funny shiny helmets
Disembark; and wondering
What gods are these
And why have they come?
Of course they laughed.
And I say, let them laugh.
Donald Lev 5/3/17