Sunday, 3 September 2017

Burning up - a new poem

I am burning up!
There is a bush,
plenty of bushes in this wilderness.
I am glad to see them
because  they break the monotony.
This one seems to burn,
or is it me. 
I am burning.
My heart is wasting
the wilderness just eats me.
I am too hot.
Too hot even to wear shoes.
I take them off.
the ground seems cooler 
than my sandals.
Don’t you think I  am?
You are what?
I am feet and sandles
I am enough for you today.
I laugh!
Tell them, I suggest, I am has sent you.
I am.
Sandals, smell, burning,
cool ground. 
Why don’t you tell them

I am has sent you.

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