Baboon I can leap from any height and land safely, as if the planet were a pile of leaves. Suddenly incensed, I scramble fast on all fours. O the wicked heart! My jagged smile gleams because I carry weapons in my teeth. Because the leaves all blow away, I fight for more. More life, please. This picking through bones and hair-- I call it grooming. I eat fleas. Come, my love. We have yet to mate.