Stainless steel jungle re-visited

jungle rhythms
roar across the room
where pipes of stainless steel
will have to pass for vines
where dripping seep
will mock the humid ooze
of hot Equator stench
steel pipes stand tall
like green bamboo and . . .
and. . .the animals are here
vicious snarling hot and mad
in nameless ignorance they creep
with sharp teeth that bite
(you often in the back)
and spread poison with their words
pools of gray water
tepid foamy rock lined slime
and snug inside his tribal hut
is RONARONA the master of lost time
King of the redneck horde
steel mountains beckon
painted jade green
except for rust and white iron lube
below the screeching cry of whistles
horns and rasping buzzers.

1980 Can filler row