Soar victorious the wings of darkness
by terror's loving embrace encouraged
the excuse of time disappears
the essence of life prevails.

Our turbulent journey begins
down the back of a saurian road.
Expelled from egg onto wild trail
with armed hands and thirsty souls.

Mountains wave farewell with vengeful nostalgia
and thrust our bodies out the cage.
Cradled by lullabies in rhyme with scales
we learn from fear and suckle shrewdness.

Mystery plays its mythical guitar.
Inspiration, warrior of razor-edged scimitar
shatters the chains that bound our feet
stubborn hieroglyphs again flow free.

Dwelt we in the forges of eternity
before the primeval threshold of the earth.
Enlightened by Nature while at her door we slept
as dreams preyed upon us we figured out fate.

Anaconda, anaconda
imperious mantra
for the road of life
brims with vertiginous valleys.

Gaze we at watery reflections
the more the memory plagues us
It is not the beginning of the end
but the end of the beginning.

Nature, Nature, Nature, Nature
never surrenders, will never ever be tame
unforgiving of the arrogance of the hypocrites
who seek to rule her immortal fury.

There is no past or future, only the present
there is no god or devil, no pit or heavenly bliss
reality, virtual or naked, is Nature playing chess
her pieces us; ours the same.

Yet humans are not such automatons
we are warriors, poets, blood-siblings.
Patterns of diversity fused in the same destiny
exquisite pentagram, harmonious divine chaos.

Chosen from among the children of the elements
to record the reality of feeling
of becoming lost just as we seek ourselves
of finding ourselves when we do not intend to.

We live truly, we prevail harmoniously
if we slip into quicksand
we rise bravely from our ashes
invincible Nature forged us.

Organisms called to wield great power
explorers on long forbidden paths
our eyes discover the wisdom of the Sun
feeling, breathing, beating, living.

Quantum leaping with the power of our song
the anaconda is the incarnation of our soul
scales thrashing to the rhythms of the wild
truth at sword point in them engraved.

Long lives the Jungle! Long lives Life!
Long live them who never look back!
Our feet running on the anaconda road
energy flowing through its squamous form!

Anaconda, anaconda, polar skin
coarse and labyrinthine cloud of dust
anacondas are we all, by now part
of the living, wild, and human road.

Lightning bolts poured over its hide
torches aflame with mystical light
ecstatically march we upside down
mirrored in the anaconda's eyes.

The beast and the monster is human pride
stainless steel coffins, anaconda scales
with a spicy jig of broiling melodies
the jungle bids farewell, sends forth, prods her heralds.

Drops of essence: bards in a bottle
thrown into the turbulent ophidian trail
ancient rings tell the human history
moving waterfall in the anaconda storm.

Through the anaconda road, snaking
we trot, drunk with dancing disposition
inebriated with sweet poison, prophetic madness
spilling cartwheeling bugs upon the snake trail.

Wandering by the road live we
on a diet of vampiric sighs
vibrating to the beat of the sinuous rhythm
poets reborn by the anaconda's design!

Beings obsessed with the enigma of perpetuation
on the serpent highway, bodies coiling.
Egregious ecstasy, unnamable fun:
we poets truly are a race of savages!

We are the untiring wanderers
of the anaconda road of the universe
our biting sense of humor the glimmer
of a moon of poetic alchemy.

Eternal torch adhered to our veins
sidereal seed are we, the new fierce race
of the human jungle, the free indomitable soul:
this our mission in the anaconda road.

The Anaconda Road
by Cindy Aixmar Salgado