Thursday, August 03, 2006
Sex the Guns

It is.
It seems more than ...
in the proper moment.
Beneath, no, embedded,
possibly serene,
dusk-lit violence, amber ...
idyllic even.
In it you discover
this place,
rather worse than the violence,
is the sexual beauty of the soaring hilltops
That’s it.
From Bukavu, looking across Lake Kivu;
it’s the Congo guns.
Raping.
