The World is Moving Closer to its Sun
There are these white birds
that follow elephants around
and they eat, from their dung, the seeds
the elephants haven’t digested.
The feathers of these birds are covered in oil,
a sheen that ensures they go untouched
by any of the elephant’s filth.
One morning I was out walking
By the shores of Lake Kariba
when I came across a pile of elephant dung.
As I passed, out flew one of these birds.
A flash of glimmering light.
You are one of these birds, my love.
Michael Stewart is the award-winning author of King Crow.
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