Africa Tanzania Street Vendor Shop People

The omnipresent saturation
Of a prolonged lifelessness.

The grunge without the drums
The lead guitar.

A straying infidel
Searching for a baptism
To be born again.

The fever of life, portrayed
As a blank page, a canvas
With no brush or paint.

The salesman who looks at his Down Syndrome son
And walks house to house, with a briefcase
Full of little gadgets.

The borderline threshold
Of muscle absent of contraction
Of eyes slipping in eye-lid

And two feet anchored by hell-bound roots
Looping out like Gorgon curls.

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