Coursing
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,
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,
Harrying of the North Safi Mbarushimana My eyes sore, The smell of smoke creeping into my room Mother left last night to build… I swiftly