Pine figures melting into the night
Back among the walls of water —
Reflect through porous beams
Day, frazzled with labour-lust
Casting smitten shadows —BLACK—of muted torsos;
Image of the ray-mirror, framing
The shrubs and the fallen iroko along desolate
Paths of a recently pacified village.
Among them, drunken warlords in search of naked birds.
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