body

bushwhackers

wide awake sun is

clean

sharp

sliced this morning

stacked up high

africa and i saunter over veld in sandals ochre

amber straps loosely coiled

ringing africa ankles washed in sunlight and slender

across savannah

then a dry canter

jaunty

far spaced spoors

vast miles unevenly placed

we sprint

shout out tunes

of tree and brush and pointy rock

crystal oryx oiled

black beetles glossed

on stirring stones

hungry heat eats feet

but i kneel

lick a small quartz to its tiny bloodstone heart

take high steps over mountains     they

stretch my straddling limbs while

glimpsing

up my africa skirt     i will not blush

africa loves me

she fuels my hunger while here on the copses i walk free

one day i will die     happy

when africa holds me tightly

and not before i have swallowed africa

into me

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