Rain lashes dead ground and sings songs
To the elephant writer whose viles
Unmask the person of a modern man
Tense gestures, relations undecided between you and me and...
Comfortable to the excess gunpowder
While he cries and coughs as an innocent child
Sorts, the return of two-horned justice
Against a race, uncultivable, savages.
I am no racist ...
But I belong to a race.
I can understand a mother
Though Am a man
There is a gathered image here, bright and clear
If only a reflection.

© EdwardConnor