Dead beetles die in their skins, and
Seychellois, Mauritanians, Maurtians, Martians,
Fighting with sun-tans all, and
Bad lip jobs,
In Nairobi,
Silent giraffes grope for love,
God,
Tends to antelopes,
The world ends
In a traffic jam or,
Dicks in space-suits building railways through the heart of a city.
♦Photo♦ Friends of Nairobi National Park
-short evocative poetry-