Random fear
Where does it come from - this fear
That fills the bones with ice
Drips down the caverns of the lungs
And shakes the ground
Like jelly
There is nothing to see
No armaments, no tanks no guns
And still the birds the animals have lost their tongues
Dumbstruck - waiting for the worst -
And no idea of what it will be when it comes
Anita Greg 18/05/2020
Once I was not the elephant I find I am
Once I was not the elephant I find I am
I sprightly ran across the veldt. I was an antelope. I do exaggerate, a wildebeest, perhaps,
A buffalo
Now weighed down with time and thought I have a herd of worries Bats live in my ears Beetles in my feet Birds are nesting in the wrinkles of my skin My stomachs rumbling with undersound My tusks are yellow stained my Trunk is parched I have become the plains Dry winds blow across my ancient back I am not wise but I am very slow these days Turning thunderous with the sun
Anita Greg March 2020
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