Nokondi
04 July 2014
An entry in The Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
One of each
Limb and bone
Half a man
Half a ghost
The forest shrieks
In his wake
Tremors warn
Of wanderers’ fate
For his heart is one
With all the land
His spear and bow
Clutched in hand
The ancestors sang
Without resound
Nokondi, nokondi
Em papa graun!
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