Dave Lewis

Flamingo’s fly where she goes
The jeep wheel spinning free
Blue, blue orange sky
Nakuru’s baked white pink.

She once was loving, laughing
Watched children – shout, sing, smile.
Red fast, brown hot, too fast, too fast
Then she’s crashing craters.

Sweet sweat that tastes of rock
Killing, killing
Tilt, untracked –
The acacia standing guard.

Now creamy skin all torn
Blood eyes that
Stare at lava
Children’s faces frozen time.