Jungle deities

Lustrous as a naked blade, these
Blue jewels orbit our heads faithful
As satellites, lonely as a
Biker on midnight roads. They pivot
In a frenzy like moths behind glass, straining
Against the fields of gravity that pulls them 
To our atmosphere. Without a trajectory 
Or destination, they are noisy static lamps, my halo.

I have been blessed with a stubborn guardian, 
Less angel and more of a Reaper —
It must know that death was imminent from the 
Stench on my clothes. They watch 
Carefully after an erratic flight, 
Crimson eyed and scheming. They watch 
Me, all fat sapphires, all god’s eyes 
And drunken with sweet wine from the
Master they serve. I sit, 

Enlightened, listening to 
The dance around my head, eyes on the jungle,
Deceptively still and quiet, 
That is more alive than dead.