Two Poems Arlene Ang Digger's Tale Sometimes I think I'll be the one to shovel in the first shower of soil. But this hole is not big enough. Cinematic Africa Bloated sun drinks the afternoon of the sky.
Zebras align themselves in stripes.
Pale ranger pushes his entry. In a swirl of silver hooves, he rides westward to dehorn coal-shaped beasts for servitude. The film whirls on - Flawed roll of fiction running only in black and white. Copyright reverts to author upon publication.