you arrived not a moment too soon
‘twas the dead of the night
dark dark dark
unfathomable
bodies heavy with slumber
wallowing in the halo of a weak lamplight
you sensed the vague shadow of thorn tree branches above your head
you were as good as blind
but within your animal consciousness
sharp like a razor
you heard everything
the wire in the blood
the ventilation of the lungs
every whistling, crawling, hissing, howling & buzzing
released by moonless-night creatures
and these lion roars down by the river side
(we knew because of the map)
the beasts eventually lulled us into sleep
until you met them again
in your strange dreams
barely more mythological
than you had left them.
(Botswana)
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