BY MIZRAIIM LAPA

An entry in The Crocodile Prize

Body of an old rocky rugged hill

That scales the saltiness of fresh water

Strength of a mountain

You balance flesh and weigh it on your teeth

Four-chambered heart,

that houses anger and not love

You prison preys in your stomach,

a valley with no ending

Muscles that can entertain woman

Hot breath that shows concern

Red looks that provide protectiveness

Your body moves in a snake-like fashion,

curse of the serpent has fallen on you too

So dirty and damn attractive to your world

You slip down muddy river banks

destructing the silence of nature

You make me feel like living in your world

Mizraiim Lapa, 26, born in Ialibu, is employed by Deloitte Touche Tohmatsu in Port Moresby as a tax accountant. He says: “I love writing … especially poems. I started writing ten years ago and I am still writing. It makes me feel so good; it’s like dew poured out on my emotions…”