canto 88. figs pressed into immortal stone

out of lions lordly; less invisible forest; taunting of sarcastic figs

done, then, with administration
required in winning a major battle:
social structure, taxes, and religion,
re-building, settling old divisions,
collecting a share of the lions,
feeding (something) to the swine,
mixing meat and mythical — 
they set backward into invisible

having lost the gibbon grecian
(not dead, he’d just found his freedom),
were forced to rely on lion guides,
who knew the sights, the non-sides,
the nothings, the logic sinks,
the not-really-matter, the unbelieves — 
(there was this riveting discussion
among philosophers, the repercussions
of using lions for un-knowing) — 
gradually, though, dissipating,
raising, i don’t know, outright,
from the mists of undefined
(if there was anything to clear up),
a bright day rose, if there can be such

what presented was a jungle,
trees of tall, and wary, jumble,
underbrush, just green and sticks,
of mostly, almost completely, figs — 
from a lion, aboriginal:
the forest above invisible
is inhabited by a troupe 
of sarcastic, silly, talking fruit

this was apparent, one of them,
commented upon johnny’s apparel,
said he must be in a choir
(suggested by the flowing attire) — 
more figs joined in, getting the spirit,
made fun of pigs for looking skinny — 
sneered a bit at philosophers
(who, face it, are ridiculous) — 
just when they’d begun to dig
socrates for killing himself,
jericho stumbled upon a stone
(later discovered to be immortal) — 
they started laughing, for his failure,
jeered the stone, for being there