Thursday, 26 January 2012

cubist etching of Somalia:


when you look at us
we seem desolate and wiry
hungry, skeletal,wrapped in
thirsty skin

You will think
we are dead already
but the vultures will tell
knowing the putrid end as
smell.

Yes so they do their clockwork
floating and circling, waiting for last breaths

we have flat picasso eyes
devouring Voids in painted black
carved,cubist ,fragmented suffering

if you can remove our funeral masks
you will find the eyes moist and shiny,

Our starving souls
will tell you that we are still alive,hoping

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