Poem : A morbid attachment
Somewhere they dance with abandon round and round the cedar pole at midday, in some sunny breeze life dances with them and much love, all earthern bonds and heavenly promise knitting them close, with ties of destiny and common thought, where little is said but much understood; Not so in my country-- In my country dust devils dance and blood runs riot in the streets and dogs howl under the hollow sky and black rains fall when she-wolves whelp in deserted streets; Where much is said but little done, that is my country. ------- ---------- ----------- ------------ * Published in 1995