The Devil's Peak Poem by LLM Mbatha

The Devil's Peak

Rating: 5.0


The smoking cloud flying East-West
Covers the apex on the Table’s right
Somewhat faster than summer night’s fall
And there it stays as though a crown
On some royal head
Heavenly blue behind the Table,
Orchestral tunes of one million crickets…
And the Metro-Rail train passing below
Always manages to ruin the MOMENT

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