The Nama welcomed me with a handclap
(Ai Nam se Kind)
to their Desert of Diamonds.
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My head is full of cicadas
Chock-a-block with Sonbeesies
Sonbeesies are Beetles of the Sun
My head is full of Sun
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Little Lamb,
Who buried you
Amidst this granite monolith castle
Misted by the cold Atlantic?
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The favelados dripped
like greasy chorizo
In the City of Drizzle
The moradores da favela
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Appointments confirmed
schedules re-arranged
but, no-one came
still, all the same
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There is a time to draw the line
under an idea, whose will to live
calls out for expression.
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Hopelessness is an adventurer,
desperately lost in the Sahel,
hobbled by thirst,
hamstrung by disorientation,
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Walking by a slow gutter,
a smooth-skinned stone,
oval in its oliveness,
called up to me,
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I will be my own family:
Brother Ears,
Sister Nose,
Father Eyes,
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There are no tigers in the zoo.
Bored children demand “real vicious beasts, ”
having tired of genocide, live beheadings
and the beating up of migrants.
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