Tuesday, 28 May 2013

Africa's Sahel

A boy stands alone,
under the stinging heat,
hungry and thirsty.
he sees animals
lying over each other,
teary eyes, stunned
by the scale of death
laid out before him.
Even the sky
seems to look on
with disbelief.
Countless flies
move over the carcasses,
raising great grey clouds
before settling again.
Visions of his mother
He is nearly certain
she isn’t dead,
wished he didn’t have
to witness

With only his mother
for company,
he waits.

© Amy Barry

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Amy Barry writes poems and short stories. She has worked in the media industry as a Public Relations officer. Her poems have been published in anthologies, journals, and e-zines, in Ireland and abroad. Trips to India, Nepal, China, Bali, Paris, Berlin, have all inspired her work. She lives in Athlone, Ireland.