K
HAKI IN THE SUNGOVERNMENT, church, school and all the things they said would make us good; forget about them set fire to stray hours of work done and watch them burn: heads have rolled,
and heads yet may roll but remember,
I wore khaki in the sun go, tell the psychiatrist of my thoughts-of the black clock that tells my time, of memories, mud and madness, of faux wisdom a
nd sadnessgo, tell the optician of my eyes and the things
I saw on the banks of shore-less rivers; mirages dancing lightly in the dark. in the plains, parched and most rugged go, tell the cobbler of my sole and the wreckage which is now my life; of dusty prints leaving wonder in their wake, of sanguine wishes piled into dub