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Jigsaw Dragons

I dream of my cows
feeding at the edge of the green plains
real African cattle
filled with blood to drink

My wives herd them
slowly towards the kraal
as I close the picket gate
licking my fingers with a full belly
before I turn to the east and sleep
just as our fathers always did

I lie under the stars
pulsing their welcome
our oldest friends
in tune with the seasons
calling my name in shimmers
until I am soothed
by the tree wind smiling goodnight

This is the way
the Gods intended us to live
not huddled in cities
while fine fat fools of politicians
juggle their maps
like jigsaw dragons
conjuring smoke on hearths
where the children are born
and we bake our bread

Let them come
let them stand without shoes
and dig their toes into
the red raw belly of Mother Earth
Let them connect with her soul
Then they can shout if they dare
if they still have voice
to bark out orders
telling us where we can live
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 15th Oct 2014
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