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"Only the Landscape Knows" by Emmanuel Sigauke 2007-09-28 10:14:55 |
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Let me whisper to the bush, guardian of my home let me proclaim the message of arrival in this time of war let me not leave any stone unturned let me whisper to the bush let me say:
Only if someone had spared the children, only if someone had convinced them to wait wait for my arrival they would smile smile about my return and fill the void. Now the void sings the vile chorus of the song of war.
Let me whisper to the bush, acacia tortilis, that knows the little feet that once scuttled in the yellow dust of inexperience; let me whisper to the bush, even one word, for the bush does not whisper back the bush has heart of stone igneous heart of remembrance granite slab of hope, remembering little bodies gleaming in the sun outshoots of potent ambition when their bearers said let us leave them, let us leave them vestiges of the crime of living to drag this rug, drag it to far corners of the earth; outer reaches of experience.
We have seen the world, we have crossed oceans we have flown with steel wings we have lived in strange lands but now we are returning to Rusitu Dreams and like the water of rivers rushing to fill we can now howl our presence;
but I want to whisper to the silent acacia let me whisper to the all-ears bush before I muster the courage to arrive.
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