a shrieking chimp

pounds its chest  snarls  bares its canines

forgetting

its in a tree

posturing

he never could goad one down to level ground

to stand across from him

in harms way

their outlandish gibberish never failing to distract them from the obviousness of that reality  

his reality

he went so far as to walk up to the tree trunk   and grasp it

only to have the crying ape ascend  recede  even higher into its crown

higher and higher shaking the ambient limbs even wilder

and in his minds eye                                                                                                          

hed imagine a beam snap  its fury choking stuck spastic in its throat  as it plummeted 

spinning and cartwheeling to his feet

he wouldnt waste any energy to bend and use his fists

                                                                                  hed stomp it    despite his deep 

reticence to use his feet or kick

stomp

stomp

its muzzle and snot

stomp its snapping jaws with his heeled black boots

stomp it senseless

so later

assuming consciousness again

it could drag itself back up into its backstabbing tree and struggle  nurse its busted 

swollen lips and face

trying hard not to see itself in a staringglass

that would desperately breech its feelings  and pride

whatever pride a treehopping cringing ape can attain at altitude  deliberate  above the fray

maybe thered be                                                                                                              

one less

                                                       one less inclined to snort and shriek safely   

                                                                                                                              from afar

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