Poetry Break - 'The Monkey and his Tree' - an original poem

See the monkey climb the tree
Everything he needs is there
Protection from the limbs
Fruit for the taking

Perhaps it is the center of his world
Where friends and family gather
They talk amongst themselves in glee
Swinging from vine to vine

No poison in the river, a good year
And the plain is fertile yet
And plows don’t mow the field
And weapons are not yet made

No North, no South, East or West
Sun and moon streak through the sky
Meandering chaos in background stars
Twinlights light the ancient paths

Who will hang on this tree?
For knowledge, for redemption
To bring the Man to bended knee
For the sin of the Ancient Father?

This is a bitter tree with bitter fruit
That brings maggots to the belly
To be cursed and bear no meat
To be the sign of desolation

For now the monkey runs
From trunk to branch meandering
Happy and fat and ignorant most
Having his own reason and rhyme

And the tree cries out, who will hang on me?
For all this frivolity?