Ghosts of the Mediterranean
I sleep awake wondering
my country’s invasion by wolves
I dream a dream of dreamers
to cross mystery sea-Mediterranean
“Opportunities, heaven for me
awaits across the sea”
I soliloquy in a grass hut
“I will at last drive a car, build house
I will at last get all hidden things
that civilization carries in its stomach
if only I can cross there”
quick were my steps and plans
But ghosts prepared their backs
the ship licked sea bottom
the dreamers saw the dream
becoming real dream- empty
Ghosts carried on their backs
all who dreamed most
to the land of broken bones
as the bull-toads of Africa
open their skulls and pour vodka
Sea ghosts of Mediterranean
carries away calves and bullocks
that would give exotic breeds
erode blades of plows
and build new pyramids
for womb-peeping Africans
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