Waiting day
on May 29, 2007
Category: Poetry, Refugees, Darfur
Our bowls clanking
like frail vessels,
we stand against sun and wind,
and death that loops over
to take our vision,
when all else has deserted us
in the blankness of the hour,
the horizon our last scene,
coming at us
from where no sun
has ever risen.
© Rethabile Masilo
This poem is in memory of Kevin Carter, and that little Sudanese girl in his snap.
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