Africa! Africa!

AFRICA! AFRICA!
September 22, 2004


When the sun glazes the mountains
and the clouds, in bits, are blue
and the palms, their leaves like fountains,
splay about for winds to chew--

Africa! Africa!

When the trees against horizons
stand with silhouetted boles
and birds, the sky's own liaisons,
hesitate as thunder rolls--

Africa! Africa!

When the wind rustles the grasslands
and the ground is lit with dew
and skies are split with mellow bands
of a lemon-orange hue--

Africa! Africa!

When the night pounces slickly
and its teeth are dim as death
and its paws are plush and prickly
and the air is humid breath--

Africa! Africa!