In darkness slicked with humidity,

I practice nocturnal habits

scented by anal secretions.

Milked glands daub human skin,

rain-soaked undergrowth

breeds my musky smell.

Maligned for the spread of a deadly virus,

I am culled in a blame-dance seeking revenge.

Is it I who infect – or you?

A creative hunter in a love tryst

with cherries from the coffee tree

I peddle to your desire,

the bean survives gut juices to yield

kopi luwak –

sumptuous for its rarity.
                            You wear my arse,

                            drink my shit,

                            curse rivers,

                            devastate my habitat.