april morning
clean emerald scent suffused
with a food-like musk
earth aroma on a breeze innocent
as a pre-pubescent girl
mountains dusted
with the breath of light gossamer
pours: the heat of the day
a branding iron
a sting of irredeemable shame
and clarity wavers
thwa! Thwa!! THWA!!!
panga and machete fall
for the longest three months
a scratchy voice, unbridled, riding radio waves
revenge: a dutiful slave of deception
and the inane letting of blood
as method of tribal sanitation
the belly of the land is fertile and rotten
every mass grave, an incubator
prematurely the earth is ripened with death
sisters, nephews, wives
mothers, sons, fathers,
daughters, aunts, uncles,
friends, lovers
the earth clutches them to her breast
embraced in Her soil
the dance of the dead
sent syncopated ripples over the Keraga river
it flows silver and blood
each river that has flowed as such
unique to life itself, a new vein
in the earth’s placenta
Rwanda. Rebirth.
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