Florida Skunk Ape Song

They whisper in the sawgrass where the moon bleeds through the reeds a red and

brown silhouette that moves on two slow knees from Apalachicola’s old paper tales

to porch light screams at dawn Esti Capcaki pads the marsh

where the human maps are gone boot prints sink in black mud a sulfur breath

that steals the night campfire hushes, cameras click, and something slips from sight smell

it first. Monkey butt, rotten citrus, diesel musk, & swampy peat diesel, Skunk ape skunk ape smell the

swamp before you see a thick skin trunks and rolling heavy like the

finest we dancing free from the pokebad tower trimmer to a car that