03.04.09
thirsty terraces
surround you
a long fall from here
in hills
where children play
in dirty toilets
where women bend in half
beneath their leafy loads
where men sing, argue
and bright clothing hangs
tattered, but hopeful
03.05.09
There is black smoke in my head
Lightning in my jaws
Stones in my shoulders
Fire in my belly
Mysteries in the soles of my feet.
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