Songs of Anisha
“On the Tar,”
by Stephen Oladele Solanke
Under the eaves
of the tree
I saw the
stars of hell
on the tar
of the road
in the afternoon glare
Under the eaves
the glamour of death
flew past me
on the beautiful
black tarred road
on a one way ticket
to the world beyond
Under the eaves
the piping of horns
blew from the chariots
of four tyres
running as if
happy is the
road
that sacrifice their blood
would be for
Under the eaves
there is no
caution
to him that would
death
invite.
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