Comments about fon tuma
Songs By The River.
The river sang its way towards its mother,
- the river that would become a road.
its muddy banks holding the prints, signatures
written in the pen of hooves,
footprints by the march of untame cows,
of pregnant buffalo flanked by bulls.
- The river found its way,
as the prince on the riverbed sang
in sleep; soothing the rushing foam