It rolls off your tongue playing bongos on the roof of your mouth your pink tongue will take flight with the flamingoes over the round earth the world is smaller than Africa you should see it full of colors seeking shade trees fanned out like calla lilies crying for cover there are so many places to hide under the mosquito netting at the base of Kilimanjaro except for the dead boy by the side of the road he couldn't hide his body flattened like a dried smooth snake fell off his bike-- run over like a bump in the road