Fire
A wall
with a picture
and a mind with a thought.
The earth turns,
its marbled self,
a crust of clouds
and a people baking
and stewing.
A black child
warm brown in the sun
turns his ivory eyes
to see his belly.
A white man in a white shirt
on a white porch
thinks of his son
at war
killing people.
And the black child
falls in the heat.
An elephant
downed in one shot
lies in the bush,
a white hunter over him
and a black man
carrying the rifle.
Triggers pulled by the fingers
of each of two men
in a hole,
one black,
one white.
The heat rising
as the battle rages,
each shooting a fluid
stream of bullets,
searing hot
into the bodies
of others.
The man on the porch
goes into his house.
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