Our Denisovan ancestors lived along the final frontier---
Siberia, in fact
yet there were mothers of every color
right there---
the last hominid race to lack speech,
the poets emerging from scratching signs on brick walls;
graffiti calling the pint-swallowing hairy hobbits
who made beer; the first upright species
to fall down drunk---(I've seen them---every one a mother,
the first Homer captivated by Medusa & I
regally bedside as she pushes---
U R the reason Y I write;
u are a Denisovan, remember,
before there were the myriad nameless,
faceless goddesses, there was u
naked & pregnant in a mud-hut---)
my Ainu people of the red hair
descended back towards the Jamaican follies;
Etruscan Prometheus
& his nirvana brides Pandora & Scheherazade
& the others, wives & mothers & lovers @ the beginning of this,
there was a ******* carved in stone
braised w/ red ochre beside a triskelion;
that's how old ur mother would be today;
the Communist earthquake
long-ago receded like Neanderthals
back to their digital caves---
u are Denisovan & I look for u
& my cat in the darkness of tin-pan alley---
o - now I know how u see so well in the dark;
to please the cat (rub its belly) lovely
unknown, mathematically sensational---
(Pythagoras came home drunk again,
his Denisovan wife looking him up & down---
in those days penises were only used
for counting--it's simply amazing how eternity
can turn the bottom of an Indian Thag brown;
misfit anarchists we sit here gazing
@ hourly reflections beside multiple pools
of infinities eating ice-cream
in winter, our stars becoming ice---
Come home to me again in the mirror of the mirror
across the room where shambles have gone
to the hidden priestesses of Inanna
walking in red marabou slippers
in the time of the prophet's name---
He is the first to call her a lesbian,
she does not speak) Denisovan cannot,
but her child can & his child too---
Her grandmother marries her son &
becomes her granddaughter
whose child w/ be her sister
& this happens over & over but not enough times
to make u the last---Pythagoras' mistress
was Denisovan & she whispered her numbers
to him while he slept---
she could not speak but the warm breath
of her vegetable mouth was ever concise,
accurate to the nanosecond
& when he awoke & kissed her crunchy mouth, she wept
He knew their child would be Greek not a Jew---
a prophet & poet