Every creature ever. Every single one was there.
Every animal that ever existed. Everyone
who ever existed. All life of the animal kingdom
but without hierarchies. A kingdomless kingdom.
Not even the vaguest notion of kings or ladders.
Not a species-based filling in of the catalogue,
but rather each and every individual
in a state of co-existence, eternal bliss.
The eaters of others were between meals
and their meals existed as the animals
they were. All living, all at once. From the earliest
phases of abiogenesis, there was no evolution,
just mutual timeless “come as you are” existence.
Whether in jungles or forests or oceans or rivers
or roof eaves or carpets or stormy skies or clear skies, whether at night or midday in hot deserts or ice ages.
All of it co-existing. So many languages overtalking it made for a beautiful and insistent hum that was so beyond
the senses you’d reach for it — an architecture of “living matter”
harmonising in the moment without ‘moral censure’.
All in that living moment somewhere on its own timeline.
So many timelines paused and not a trace of “survival of the fittest”.
And what was bizarre — really the only bizarre aspect —
was the secret manuscript by Ted Hughes
in which there was no tooth and claw,
no bloody realism of nature, but magnificent equity.
Even entropy and putrefaction were on hiatus
other than when they were part of the glorious
existence of themselves. Things were gratuitously lush!
It burgeoned with hyperbole but without a glimpse of bathos. A maggot smiled, but what it had been consuming
was alive and well and autonomously eternal. I leapt
through the paradoxes. Hopped from oxymoron
to tautology, from superfluity to incongruity!
It all made perfect sense. They made perfect sense, And I was enmeshed in it. Now, I might have dreamt
this all up (as the trope goes), but when I woke
a camel walked through the eye of a needle,
and blue-banded bees flew from the florets
that had been my eyes. From my ears
swam dolphins and pythons,
my nose harboured bats and stick insects,
and from the vegetalia of my lips
spilled blank taxonomies.