Coursing
Safi Mbarushimana
Gaze in sweet eyes,
To turn away from raptor claws clutching,
You’re still asleep
In knives and forks of grass lay still,
While movements of yore creep like insects,
Hide from the bird,
Who tears your halo from your head,
Among man-made nests
Beaks click in discordant harmony,
While feathers beat to soar like drums,
Crawl away from imposition,
To blind eyes foreseeing an uncertain future