Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Lake Turkana

Warm, wet womb of the hominids,
the lake now teams with fish, turtles,
crocodiles – and it is salted, a desert sea

from the river Omo in unthinking
Ethiopia. There men seek to build
a dam to steal water from lake, to dry

the desert to dust, to take breath from fish
and those who eat them in north Kenya,
home of the woman, Ikal Angelei,

whose words flow, grow and multiply.
With her net she catches foreign banks
digging fingers and hooks in poor Africa,

and she talks. Her Africa is those who must
grow food, must eat, they are salt-of-the-earth
humans in need of water, a measure of peace.

© Lavinia Kumar

Water proves a prize asset
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Lavinia Kumar lives in New Jersey. Her poetry has appeared in several publications, in the US and UK. She writes a blog for her brother’s seniorsmagazine.org, based in Portsmouth, NH.

2 comments:

  1. I've just blogged on your poem.

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  2. I blogged on this poem the other day but my comment to that effect seems to have been wiped. It relates to a different argument for not building the dam, that is the effect large dams have on causing earthquakes.

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