in Zimbabwe, 1992
in Zimbabwe, 1992
one stone turned in a thousand years
through wind to face another and nods
small jack russell ran into the road
its owner came out after our van hit it
and shot it through the head
there were no guards at the monuments
because they can't afford them you could
graze millennia-old paintings in the rock
you could rub them away
one lion cannot chase two antelope
small pink-undersided hands like petals
touched my hair because they had never
before held this color I touched back
my father with his gas generator showed
The Life of Christ in Ndebele eyes glittered
under billion stars some people transfixed
some ran around the side of building
being projected onto and found nothing
where the characters had disappeared
off-screen