Just ahead, empty streets
black burnt and bent.
The doors of darkness open,
reborn in the race for
bauxite and diamonds.

A murmor of voices,
plunge into a
half – finished heaven.
But the lights close in
and the darkness continues.

As we huddle – a roar
of disbelief from
the insects, the flowers,
and the aminals.
And then a void, in silence
we close our eyes.