African Landscape

a barely muted buzzing of flies
thousands upon thousands,
a counterpoint click-clicking
of crickets in chorus,
a crackling of flames
in the noon-day heat
scattering sheaves
of semi-charred papers
in a gentle breeze
that plays upon
flapping posters,
proclaiming in
four languages and dialects
UNESCO’s “peace&prosperity for all”;
heaped up in altar-like fashion,
redundant,sacrificial juvenile faces
with eyes no longer bright
shining as the sun,
away on the miraged horizon
shapes shift and change,
a battered land-rover seems
to bullock its way toward
this stony ground whereon
seed has been spilled,
their meagre dust
caught up and weighed
and found wanting
for no reason.

3 thoughts on “African Landscape

  1. Candice James

    This poem is filled with brilliant imgery Louis. Very fond indeed of the following excerpts: “a counterpoint click-clicking of crickets” “heaped up in altar-like fashion,
    redundant,sacrificial juvenile faces with eyes no longer bright”. I can hear the crickets and I can see the faces…… What a wonderful ability you have to bring words into living animation and melody!

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