The skin. The Blood.
I saw. She died.
The fire. It burned.
The skin.
It Burned.
The screams. She screamed.
The smoke. It smelled.
The smell. Was foul.
She died. She burned.
The dreams. She lives.
She dies. She burns.
She lives. Again she dies.
The meat. Was fried.
The onions. The oil.
The skin. It fried.
The skin. He ate.
He ate. Himself.
For sins. Not theirs.
Their crimes. Not judged.
But burn. They did.
And burn. They died.
For two known victimes of the MaiMai Rebels of Congo.
3 Comments:
Stunuh those are very touching words.. Surely how does a human being do that to his own?
Lovely weekend gal
Hiyah Nakeeel!
I was actually about to doze off when it was covered by the BBC on news. Yes, M'dear, for lack of man by my bed I am borrowing BBC male voices...don't ask. But the sounds were so graphic the descriptions were horrific. I tried to capture the stilting speech of the witnesses, but it came out more rythmic than I intended.
Very haunting and beautiful even though it's linked to such a horrible tragedy. Nice Blog!
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