by Ali Jimale Ahmed
I wanted to write a poem on
Time and space
Continuity and conflict
How all four are manipulated
How strings are loosened
How bonds are arranged and rearranged
How time flies taking
With it all that is
How bones become brittle
And edifices lose their moorings
And how the sun still rises in the east
from When donkeys give birth to calves: totems, wars, horizons, diasporas (Red Sea Press, 2012)
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