Dancing Around the Fire

Dancing Around the Fire

A Poem by RobbyKube

I approach the smoke hoping to find food.
What they could be roasting, I wonder.
A rabbit family in its prime: plucked
From the barn of a village farmer.
Or a goat: one of the many that roam
The streets, idly gnawing at the women's laundry,
Having finally found a better use.
Or even better: an elk... in Africa?
I am delirious now. I should hurry.
Whatever it is, sweet juices will be streaming from it
And I shall thank God for his good grace: I am alive.

I have been walking for half 
A day, the balls of my feet 
Torn, my left arm enshrouded 
In a constellation of shrapnel
Though I can feel it no more.
Only a few hundred metres to go.

Their village entrance has been blown to dust
Half the thatch in town has been burned,
Houses abandoned, left to burn
Just like mine has. But there is joy here
They are celebrating a victory
They were more fortunate than I was:
They pushed back the rebels' guns and jeeps,
Protected their girls from sure rape
And revel in their victory( as they should)
Though that smell is still here;
The same smell that soaked my sister's burning body.
They lost some dear ones too. Not many
From what I see: Only a few bodies
Soaked in red water, their final baths.

I see the people dancing around the fire.
They have their guns raised above their heads
Waving them at the sky like the black smoke from the flames
They are wearing military 
Trousers and casual white shirts.
I can see it tied in the fire: my redemption.

Sounds of joy falling from the dancers.

It has been attached, feet together
Glazing in the sun
It writhes free and runs out of the flames
They push it back in and it stays there.
That smell again.
I must be delirious. For a moment
I thought I saw the shape of lunch
And lunch was a man.

© 2011 RobbyKube


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RobbyKube
RobbyKube

Ghana



About
I am a student, 21 yrs old. I was in the U.S for a while studying biology. I got my bachelors and I will be studying medicine in Ghana, West Africa. I also have a blog at: http://robbykube.blogspot... more..

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