KEVIN MWOLE


Silent In Flow

With the passage of a tortured wind
Course and noisy against the bend backs of dying trees
I catch a glimpse of swallows and egrets
in the grasp of the furious arm of nature
Silent in flow, driven to the pit of hell


The tail of Maasai Mara twisters
Spanking the cloudless sky with the vengeance of a devil

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