Views from the bus from Gulu to Kampala

76.

Tree stumps in a clearing

Still

Like children right before the lunch bell

Waiting

77.

A wooden coffin, a backdrop of unending forest

Soon, the coffin whispers

Soon

the trees nod in response

78.

Three children by the wayside waving at the bus

The bus roars past

I’ll be back, the bus wants to say

Kids only hear: back!

79.

A man’s gaze is fixed on the lower branches of a mighty tree

Not now, the tree states quite clear

And not tomorrow either

He can’t hear

80.

Words filter through

Letting in only nightmarish narratives

& other terrible things

Spider webs ever growing crowd my throat