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Rumble in the jungle
Give us some poetry?
Me, we..?
These are the words;
Of Muhammad Ali..!
Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back the chorus…
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
The peoples Champion!
A roaring catlike, lion
with long-legs of lynxes
a king of all… the Cobras
With a right leading, paw...
His arm like a ripsaw...
And with words of combat
He was like a buzzing black, gnat...
In the ear of an iron wall-
0f fury, surely, he’s only a Meatball.
Said he a half-crazed; George Forman
He isn’t there, American, Tarzan
surely he isn’t their hero’ this? Muhammad Ali...
Ail—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back they in chorus
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Hellfire’s sharpened inside a mountain beast:
Whose instincts weren’t yet that of a baptized priest?
This only unleashed a thuggish bears raging guffaws…
In a taciturn of natural, laws.
A trudging elephant goes, sleeping…
Wearily on the ropes—he’s just waiting
Tobacco chewing the brawlers
Heart weakening boulders.
His heart thrashing leaf shredding soul…
All this is compounding so all his admirers’ console!
Muhammad Ali...
Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back in chorus
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Mean while, me, we..?
Ali, tenderly inward-sobs..!
Me, we..? Me, we..?
For three whole rounds he bobs...
Till his sobs, override
His natives absent ringside-
Fear; then does he begin to hear..!
A charlatan’s heart beating, drums...
With no more tantrums,
He wakes the African, elephant
Wounded and yet more grievant
It’s then this road, turnpikes’
And a preordained cobra strikes
At a watermelon gatherer
Bewildered, headlong guilty of his own perjure.
poem
by
Mark Heathcote
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