A Little Toy City - Riak Marial Riak

at the tip of toy city

parades a thousand cadres

with helmets prehistoric to their coming

the house stands on the bank

of the only river holding salt as water

that river fogged by morning wetness

presumes its elevation, becomes erotic

to fondling of rain

reverberating and wailing and resurfacing

and secreting feet like sculptures

cut on clay soil

and recuperate their second coming

in so much time everything becomes myth

and the river respond to the grunting

of sky and flake to more dry places

and circle the mountain and its soggy

channels become soggier and cuddled

to embrace bodies yearning to wash

smashes out, bodies unbridled by mud

this is how a little toy city was erected

to keep cadres into sensation

with their war days, all fighting incapacitation

all now incapable of enjoying their production

and as the rain swiftly sojourned

the river moved back ward

robbed of its sensual mimicry

and the little city held people

to its utmost center and set them out

later when love is a pride.

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Riak Marial Riak (21st century) South Sudan

Source: Brittle Paper