Words
flaked cinders,
fall
from a sky
of ash,
a black rain.
The books
are burning,
and voices
smoke
their release
into air and flame,
all smouldering
sparks
lost,
in flight.
© Angela Jooste
Words
flaked cinders,
fall
from a sky
of ash,
a black rain.
The books
are burning,
and voices
smoke
their release
into air and flame,
all smouldering
sparks
lost,
in flight.
© Angela Jooste