a god rises in the east
smoke from fires boiling morning tea
heat rises from the street
whore from her cubicle More Poetry and Writings from AquaSoul
omnipotent
as though it were the sun
splayed thin annoying the ether
above the mud hovels vain all plastered and peeled
to burn the eyes and choke the throat
and crooked sapian coaxes dust from corners & cracks
with pieces of straw
brittle & bleached
smelling of lemon peels
squats in her garden
expelling nights seed
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