Monday, June 22, 2009

When Will This Serpent Shed Its Skin

Country peeling
Old crusty skin
Lovers and haters
Plucking at the drifting flakes
Blown before
cynical currents
Trying to patch tattered dreams
That still
In their gaunt eyes gleam
Like unflinching agate
In sun-blasted
Wind-blasted
Mute deserts

1 comment:

Mama Shujaa said...

Powerful. Don't lose hope in Africa.