Ain't no sunshine
There ain’t no sunshine where I’m from,
the land is lit by torches.
People stare from their chairs
sitting on their porches.
Without a sun there is no chance
to seed or harvest any plant,
and though there were some greeneries,
there were always mouths to feed.
Though once rapt, the sun turned black
and briefly hung there daunting,
then disappeared without a sound,
its after-image haunting.
(2013)
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