THE WORD
He came in a cloud of dust,
Please give the word, Lord.
Collected, loam dug, I buried it in the earth’s heart
Killed and stilled the glad, sad.
For it men, women have lied, died.
Yesterday I saw one, yet another sprout out.
Wherefrom, I see a seed I did not sow grow. Uwanda! What is it, from hither