Bird of prey


In a pernicious desert
On top of a craning sun dune,
Amidst an intractable dry draught.
As I search for any given shade
There comes a soaring bird;
Wings faux like leafy branches
It glides about while I jostle to its shadow,
To lick my crumbling lips
And bend to dust my sore feet
While almost in the oblivion of its shade;
It snatches a piece of flesh from my dry back.

A poem by Tonny Wandella

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