I see you, naked Ones
out of my big, brown, sad eyes
I see you
with your spindly limbs,
lack of fur
I see you and I am puzzled.
I am Mountain Gorilla
and I am on my way out.
Farewell naked Ones -
you may soon be the last primates left.
Grieve with me little Ones,
grieve with me and hope
that you can bear the pain of our loss
and the pain of your loneliness.
I am Mountain Gorilla, the gentle One
I do not kill, I do not destroy, I do not attack unprovoked.
Do not fasion me into the image of what you fear in yourselves.
I am no King Kong.
I am peaceful and patient, I forage and chew leaves.
I live in family and close to the earth.
All I need for survival is community and space.
And there doesn't seem to be enough space for you on this planet little Ones.
How can that be?
I see you, naked Ones, and I am puzzled.
I see your pain and your confusion and I wonder.
I wonder how you forgot
that the ground, the grass, the earth
longs for the touch of your naked feet,
how the rain loves to caress your skin,
how the wind enjoys playing with your hair.
I wonder when you forgot that we are siblings and that you are loved.
Yes - despite everything you are loved.
Wake up! Remember!
Remember that community is more important than things.
Remember that and you might yet survive.
I will not.
I am Mountain Gorilla.
Remember me well.
Let me go gracefully.
- Martin Dronsfield