Poetry

“Another main concern or risk that we face apart
from civil unrest is the threat of banditry,
mainly between Dadaab and Liboi, by far

In the placid lean of an arid summer, in the lingering
snarl of pit latrines, the sharp barbs of the acacia,
in the opaque eyes of the girl whose fingers frenzy

Admit coming upon the fallen horse at evening,
now asleep but withered, now reducing as you near, now

We have gone through
so many revisions of the prelude
that we no longer know

The need to be heard does not change,
the need to get close. Again we tear
our request, scatter it across the grave.

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