15 June, 2002Issue 1.1Creative WritingOriginal Poetry

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Phil Clark

beneath a baobab
his eyes roll across
a cobra venom sky.

his leg has swollen blue
above two bleeding holes
of fanged naked flesh.

behind his eyes, he drifts…
a red hyena sniggers,
a green spider monkey
peels a bright blue banana.

a silent windmill stands,
a circle slowly spinning,
slowing down and

a black silhouette
against the cobra venom sky.

Australian Phil Clark was born in Khartoum as the oldest of four brothers. At 6’5″, he hates maths and loves seafood.