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Sentinel Poetry Magazine January 2003
Kola Boof
EBRIG: Gone Dry
There is~~~[NO PLACE] between upper Egypt and lower Sudan; not even blackness has a place (to Show)
The hindquarters of the Devil Beast is like a thick carpet smothering our mothersweet's Black Body "red wined" inbetween the river and soot's membrane
All around is Allah All around is prayer
but there are no silver fish in the white clouds anymore --and when the dawn's golden beams alight; there is nowhere
to live
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