An infinite teardrop hung heavy on my
cheek;
I picked up his hairy corpse;
no longer would I hear his midnight screeching
simian rage all gone,
to others he was just a monkey,
(which in truth he was)
to me he was an astute, hirsute friend.
A love of bananas was his ruining –
a sickness with his kind –
such levels of potassium would always kill,
but he was happy on the edge:
a monkey with a cause;
a cool hand Luke
swapping eggs for bananas
‘one more,’ he’d say, ‘one more,’
my foolish friend,
peer pressure twas the skin on which you
slipped!

I wept as I laid him to rest,
in the undercarriage of that plane,
it’s what he wanted,
so it’s what I did,
my heart died as he flew high across the
valley,
farewell my flying monkey,
goodbye my monkey friend.