Olive baboon is the most wide ranging of all baboons, being
found in savannahs, steppes, and forests of 25 countries throughout
Africa, extending from Mali eastward to Ethiopia and Tanzania. Omnivorous,
they are able to find nutrition in almost any environment, and are
able to adapt with different foraging tactics. They eat a large
variety of plants (such as leaves, grass, roots, bark, flowers,
fruit, lichens, tubers, seeds, mushrooms, corms, and rhizomes),
and invertebrates and small mammals, as well as birds. In dry, arid
regions, such as the northeastern deserts, they hunt small invertebrates
like insects, spiders, and scorpions and elsewhere larger animals
such as small rodents and hares to foxes and other primates. Its
limit is usually small antelope, such as Thomson's gazelle and also,
rarely, sheep, goats, and live chickens, which may amount to 33.5%
of its food from hunting. In Eritrea, the olive baboon has formed
a symbiotic relationship with that country's endangered elephant
population. The baboons use the water holes dug by the elephants,
while the elephants use the tree-top baboons as an early warning
system. They live in groups of 15 to 150, made up of a few males,
many females, and their young. Each baboon has a social ranking
somewhere in the group, and female dominance is hereditary, with
daughters having nearly the same rank as their mothers. Despite
being hierarchical, baboons appear to be democratic when it comes
to deciding the direction of collective movement. Individuals are
more likely to follow when multiple decision-makers agree on what
direction to go rather than simply following dominant individuals.
The male olive baboon is on average, 70 cm tall while standing and
24 kg while the female measures 60 cm in height and averages 14.7
kg and they both have a green-grey coat. Like other baboons, they
have an elongated, dog-like muzzle. Their tail almost looks as if
it is broken, and they have a bare patch on their rump and a cheek
pouch in which to store food. They communicate with various vocalizations
and facial expressions. Adults give a range of calls and the most
common facial expression of the olive baboon is "lipsmacking", which
is associated with a number of behaviors. They are listed as least
concern because they are "very widespread and abundant and although
persecuted as a crop raider there are no major threats believed
to be resulting in a range-wide population decline." Despite persecution,
the baboon is still widespread and numerous. However, competition
and disease have possibly led to fewer baboons in closed forests.
Herein, the Job
Has the cubicle grown
or have I shrunk?
I'm like a small man
at a large desk.
I have a keyboard
and monitor before me.
With a few taps,
I can connect to the outside world.
But wouldn't that shrink me
This is the opposite
of a dream.
emails storming the gates -
it all drops into
How many sick days do I have?
How much vacation have I earned?
How many hours until five o'clock?
Not clock hours
but the tick and tock
of aching back and shoulders?
I need to slap some figures together.
I have to make a deadline.
The phone won't stop ringing,
The boss is looking over my shoulder.
The guy in the next cube
has his radio turned up loud.
He's listening to Rush Limbaugh.
I've been doing this for fifteen years.
Some murderers serve less.
There is the thing called a pay check
which, on its best days,
can get the better of this irritant
called a gas bill,
and, if managed smartly,
can stave off the hordes
of real estate taxes
and sewer usage fees
and car loan payments
though sometimes the cavalry are called in -
candles and extra socks
Work is nothing like love.
It can replace you at any time
with some guy in India.
Okay so maybe it is like love.
But there's no such thing
as bonding, mutual respect.
Would you ever fall for someone
who gives so begrudgingly or not at all,
whether it be raise or stapler
or access to the copy machine?
Okay, so I did once
but parsimonious sex
is a story for another poem.
Let's face it.
My life is ruled by the office.
More time here
than with family, friends,
even God for that matter.
The CEO preaches something called
I know that see-saw.
If my body is life
then work's a forklift.
Sorry for the complaints, the rants.
If you were expecting romance or nature,
then you're in the wrong verse.
Even some kind
is beyond what I'm writing here.
To quote Paddy Chayefsky,
"I'm mad as hell and..."
Guy drops off
a stack of invoices in my cube.
I'll take it from here.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently
published in New Plains Review, Rockhurst Review and Spindrift
with work upcoming in South Carolina Review, Gargoyle, Sanskrit
and Louisiana Literature.