SOLITUDE 61 Poem by Fiston Mwanza Mujila

SOLITUDE 61



in my belly there writhes a river,
wretched and lazy, vast and dirty, nasty and bleak,
a river in (advanced) state of dysentery . . .

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A B Faniki 10 August 2019

Creative a nice image thus not the one I will love to see. Cheers keep them coming

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