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As the orange sun dives
below the horizon
The bushman long back
from daily hunt
and rested
Now tells the clan the
legend of the ancient
noon:
'The earth', he says, 'was
not mostly flooded
The earth, indeed, was
once densely wooded
The earth was a beauty,
sublime and quiet
Till man became god and the
earth his diet.
Man built great caves from
rocks, sand and
water
He became a great bird and
flew the clouds
Became a fish and roamed
every ocean
His whispers could go
anywhere all times.
Man became a long snake
that spat out
soot
That ate vast forests and
plucked hills from root
Then air became strangled
with smoke and
died
And soil became poison and
flowers dried.
In anger man turned a ball
of fire
Consumed himself and
unlocked the oceans
This island was once the
highest mount top
The ancient ruins lie
beneath these waters.'
His tale, though old, still has
its cold venom
As all lament over man's
lost kingdom.
Copyright © Esson Alumbugu | Year Posted 2011
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