Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Red earth like rust as a dirty car
Rattles past the ragged fruit stall,
Blinding in shades of red and green.
Red sun over jagged mountain,
Silver against the bleeding sky;
The strike of a spear cleaving skin.
Black faces bold against the dirt
With shining eyes and gleaming teeth,
Their Masai garb red as the fire.
Small children riding donkey carts
Laugh and jolt as red hooves clatter.
'round them are chickens, free to roam.