Dust to Dust
Engorged with latent heated air in moody peace the Valley sleeps lies heavy as Zambezi sun toward its fiery zenith creeps A silver ribboned river glides from hazy blue, escarpment hides. Beneath relentless glare above in youthful play, audacious breeze toys brief with sun-washed yellow grass and taunts the bush, it's dry black trees ‘till chastised into deference it scuttles off with lost pretense. Primordial silence, savage beat somnolent waves of mirage shine to march and throb through haze and heat in molten ripples re-combine and trembling images evolve, live but a moment then dissolve. From ruddy dust of old campaigns soft undulating whispers rise they cry “Bayete” on the plains these warriors in spirit guise that echo grey off granite hill where chanting, dancing shadows kill. With drumming spear on rawhide shield war painted impis march again the savage ghosts refuse to yield a cruel primordial soul of flame Ancestral spirits born of lust in Africa, it's dust to dust. -
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