Tuesday, November 17, 2009

O Africa


Come dark
Define your houses
Place peace on
Plumes of smoke
Shifting altars wandering
In the eye of the night
Cease being wide in
The places where you now rest
Softly ascend and create awe
Easily you now fly
Last night I dreamt of you,
In your chair, so frail and old
Your crooked hip and sightless eye
Last night I flew.

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