from the bite of a lion

at the battle of Blood River

touches of kinship

as surely

‘civilization fails us’


‘where is the dog’

on the Tana River

rank growth and rubbish

no room for standing

waterbirch right and left


beautiful yellow fish

moonbeams played

the black bosom of the cloud

timely doses of brandy

by river

without a single branch

many a many


only shooting one or two

hundreds of miles of dense thorn forest

veer and travel