FOR TONIGHT
Let’s stamp
On the mud
In our beautiful rags
Before our beaten huts
Dancing
In delight
To the hisses
Of resurrected rivers
Singing songs
That mock
Our empty
Baskets and sacks
And knives
That have never sniffed
The smell of meat
Till dawn
When darkness
Is scared back
To its cave
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SUNLIGHT
Sunflowers
Lean
Towards sunlight
And not the sun itself
Otherwise we would find them
In fields, fallen
Their heads shoved
In dust
Backs fractured
Withering, in the glory of death
As their lord
Slips down the deeps
Far
Where earth
Shares border with a mystery
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Poems © Promise Kwakwala
Photo by Shelby Miller on Unsplash (modified)
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