African Soundscape

If you see yourself as a stone—
one of volcanic origin
cleaved from cliff, catapulted
to valley floor, rusty chunk
amid grasses, sunk
in the mud of the Maasai Mara—
if you see yourself as that Kenyan basalt,
you will be able to hear, distinctly,
trumpet and roar,
tree snap and bone crack,
sky thunder and earth tremor,
and the word of man for fear.

About the author

Assistant editor and poetry book reviewer for The Centrifugal Eye, Karla's escaped near death on the Little Colorado River and by a swarm of…

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Issue 21 · October 2014

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