1984, hints of the primate theme emerge

Tinish the dog-faced baboon on Allamayu's shoulder

Branched Thought

Rooted deep in primal soil
That echoes with the hollow sound of drums
On arid land
Dark and rich, fertile convoluted ground
Birthing place of will and soul

Here where slow winds ripple
The midday waves of heat
Animals play, rhythms rise
And echo in the hollow sound of drums
That call the blood
Demand an answer

Dark dancers shine in firelit circles
Moving in time
For the moment
As from the blackness glowing eyes survey
A distant relative
That fell, and grew, with knowledge.

-Bill O'Luanaigh 1984