Mosi-Oa-Tunya - The Victoria Falls Poem by Peter Hill

From twenty miles away, and hanging high

And wide, a mist of soft and smoky white -

Translucent, delicate, uncertain sight

Above the treetops' green - attracts the eye.

And nearer, keener ears identify

A vibrant, chthonic rumble; steady; slight;

So low one doubts almost it's there. Yet might

And power vast these little signs belie.

Behold the smoke-that-thunders! See it drift

In cool and stately clouds above a cleft

That's torn so deep and long the Earth recoils

And roars at such a savage wound that boils

And heaves with blood of dirty white and brown

So far below the senses rock and drown.