Scent of wet
greenery and camomile
sting lush at night.
Tropical intoxication
brought to life by rain passed
and forgotten
Scent of wet
greenery and camomile
sting lush at night.
Tropical intoxication
brought to life by rain passed
and forgotten
Bushman’s Hallelujah
The percussive beat
rolls on,
non stop in the night,
a quick pitter patting
of an excited heart,
a bushman’s hallelujah
The percussive beat
rolls on,
non stop in the night,
a quick pitter patting
of an excited heart,
a bushman’s hallelujah .
The beat slowed down
like water drops
running out
that dropped
progressively slower
to faint
and quiet beats,
that fade.
Dead silence
In the night
replaced them.
Planes landed .
Lights in windows
turned on ,
and silently
life continued
in them .
From “Ruminations Of The Dead” by PWChaltas