The Derg Poem by Dave (Dave C) Cvetkovic
The Derg
Steep gullies
Forests and the gorge
a seasonal element
Amongst a pebbled and stoned floor
Rock falls signal
Master climbers at work
A cackled laughter
Preys for scalely legs
Skippers of dawn
Aimlessly jump
Grunts after dusk
Waddle through scrub
Submerged horny devils
Lurk beneath tender feet
Soaring and preying above
Wishfull thinking from some
Life in the Derg
Is peacefull and free
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