No Mars. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop




“No Mars”


return to the Jaguar Moon

what is perpetuation

one is many is everyone

is everything is a person

a matter of perspective

she alone will adorn the many          Jaguar Moon


evolution is but diversity

it will always come again

but sapiens are but rapiens

now your remains

if the world should come again        then come O Jaguar Moon


the sleek Brazilian jaguar does not in her aboreal gloom

distill so rank a feline smell as grishkin in a drawing room


who is grishkin          O Jaguar Moon

when she’s feline       & we her prey

unless we outlive the day

her kiss that sips our blood like nectar


Bio: Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at More of his personal work can also be viewed at video & audio poems, translations etc.,