by Tom Mukasa
The moon will come out at noon,
it will stand in one place,
many will raise their heads,
to behold the show,
the sun will throw its coldness,
the chill will burn holes in bones,
laments will come out as laughter,
tears will become icicle bands,
snakes will walk on their hinds,
their fangs of ivory,
and furred molt,
shed into heaps of ash,
a lion will coo incessantly,
a leopard will change its spots,
their horned tails,
hanging limply on their heads,
worms the size of trees,
with gnarled boughs,
will build mounds,
the size of hills,
the moon will come out at noon,
this she told us,
but the trance wore off,
the rivers still flowed.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Tom Mukasa is a recipient of the Anne Frank Human Rights Award. He lives in San Francisco, California USA, enjoys country-walks, volunteers with social development organizations. He has a passion for working in the laboratory and with teams working towards the cure of HIV. He is the co-founder of the Global Social Justice Action Against Xenophobia (JAXp). He is a blogger but also finds time to write poem-stories using the traditional Buganda style rendered in English. Many more of his poems are on: ugandabeinsanfrancisco.blogspot.com. Enjoy reading them but do not forget to share a remark as well as following him. Thank you, you are lovely!
Last updated July 14, 2015