This is Australia my home,
where beast and human freely roam,
where termite mounds have stood for years
and country pubs serve ice cold beers.
Category: life
Dear Crumb, Poetry by Oyin Oludipe and Habib Akewusola
Dear crumb, dear lone
Seed of the tattered streets,
Your shadows faint with grief
Not the procession of suns
Dear crumb, dear harvester
Of dust, strange human reins
Expunge your path…
Will human sweat suffice?
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