A poem of remembrance of another day, another time.
Lest we forget
The Djibouti Road
Karrayyuu Hotel night
Drinking St Georges beer in the shade
of the top floor of the Karrayyuu hotel
watching vultures and black kites
perform smooth spiralling turns
on updrafts above the Matahara
slaughter house while the sun sets
on the caldera of Mount Fantalle.
In darkness the truck stop is a death stop
in the dance room hard rock plays
harsh shrieking uncontrolled laughter
hookers bump and grind and shine
glistening with sweat and AIDS reigns
at each stop the virus spreads.
We lie under a skagged mosquito net
sleep evades us as we lie listening
for that high pitched whine in the din
of the rhythm of the pounding bass.
Death comes and falls in many forms
in a truck stop on the deep rutted Djibouti road
in the dried out summer of the Rift Valley.
Everyone waits for rain.
©RobCullen
Moondog
Connections poetry and music!

Lets not forget!
For the soul of a country!
Classroom
Source: Classroom
Voices on the Bridge – The Lull!
Looking good! Looking good! The flyers are out there!
Catalonia and all the others!
Thinking of Catalonia and all those imprisoned tonight in the quest for independence!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s836K9d3f4Y
Update! Voices on the Bridge – The Lull!
So take advantage of the lull before Christmas! Come along listen to heart lifting music and the work of spoken word performers including the latest collection of Giles Turnbull! Tis’ a cracker!