Native American Tribal Art
O, What a City!
refuse heaps dot the skyline
obstructing nature’s lights.
trampling mangled metals with jagged teeth,
picks and sacks in tow, dig their way to the summit.
mingle at the market place
as feet caked in mire
come and go.
lurch like drunkards
snake through a plethora of craters.
wait endlessly to inhale:
spewing smoke into the air
light up ‘rich’ neighbourhoods.
The not-so-rich neighbourhoods?
semblance of hamlets:
seeking refuge from their sweltering rooms
fill up dimly lit streets,
marauding mosquitoes combated with impotent slaps.