mardi 15 mars 2011


By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I didn`t hear the window clatter
But I heard the giant bird flap its sodden wings
And the ugly sky bare its rotten fangs
That was when the tides turned.

For someone whose life has all been in rubber
I can`t help thinking of my million slings
And all the stray orang outangs
Put together, they`re like Saddam`s things all churned.

Copyright 2011

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