Take me to the shore of a dead river
Let me leave some footprints on its dry sands
I can hear from far the church bells
Chiming like a famishing lizard….
The blue moon is almost gone.
Let me take rest on the bed of pebbles
Washed with hymns of famished ancestors
I can hear their vacant laugh
As conchs get rubbed with each other….
I have got those blue eyes of my mom
Clear crystals bearing images of
A life of torture and subjugation…
And there were small tides of love
Kissing my feet as I was falling asleep..
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