Hotel Naledi where where O Naledi a million years before they came here on the southern savannah creature of berry wood bone & antelope had you always haunted the subterranean world as a sepulchre with your charred offerings and your dead or was it just when they came bigger brained with their sticks & stones you do not often see each other you can evade them from the plain like you they roam in groups thirty forty no more you can hide you can conceal but sometimes come the raids the raids of the newcomers you twist & writhe wriggle & crawl on your belly on your back through the cavernous fissures of the dark earth torwards your terminal chamber together with your contaminated dead so many moons have passed more than a hundred years but what is time on the savannah they grow strong you grow weak they are a different germ it won’t be long this is your shroud you are bound to the savannah & they will go on a million years will be forgotten & now here in the Dinaledi den we uncover your fossilised remains we remake your skeletons transport your mummified effigies into our age our brains blew up & shrank back again though yours tiny as it was had done as much before we came but perhaps ours was the disease that put the world to flame
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times ; at Artvilla.com his publications include
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules and Next Arrivals, collected poems, & Moon selected Audio Textual Poems available at Amazon.com as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
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