mousebirds fly unwanted in our gardens

vervets steal the purple blotching of our passion,

drop litter-rinds like evidence of our injustice

mango strands lodge in our teeth,

unnoticed for weeks

housesnakes curl in water meters,

shed skin like our empty hoses

lakes shrivel up to a rose,

forgotten in promise of the west

sold for more than it could afford

yet the rains last longer than they did

as the ocean floods in rebirth, an age

will come of this, history will learn

from our briny bones…

or so we are told.

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