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энэ номыг хаахThe African Saga (FEMRITE Publications, 1998, 102 p.)
энэ хавтсыг хаахPoems of Protest
Баримтыг харахThe Resilient Tree
Баримтыг харахI Am Tired of Talking in Metaphors
Баримтыг харахCrazy Peter Prattles
Баримтыг харахWhy Vultures laugh
Баримтыг харахFishers of Men
Баримтыг харахViewers may find these pictures disturbing
Баримтыг харахWhere am I?
Баримтыг харахI laugh at Amin
Баримтыг харахThe African Saga
Баримтыг харахFlat Topics
Баримтыг харахBecause I love This Land
Баримтыг харахTempting A Troubled Past
Баримтыг харахFreedom Fire
Баримтыг харахYou Tell Me to Wait
Баримтыг харахUganda
Баримтыг харахBroken
Баримтыг харахBirth Attendants
Баримтыг харахIndefinitely Absent
Баримтыг харахThe Old Guards' Circus
Баримтыг харахPolitical Sorcerers
Баримтыг харахRead These Lips
Баримтыг харахDid You Mention Names?
Баримтыг харахThe Peace Lover
Баримтыг харахJungle Sounds
Баримтыг харахThe Lone Soul
Баримтыг харахOur Land
Баримтыг харахOn Trial
Баримтыг харахA Search
Баримтыг харахDusky
Баримтыг харахImages
Баримтыг харахThey Tell Me
Баримтыг харахOn Africa's Nomads
Баримтыг харахThat Woman
Баримтыг харахFestival

The Old Guards' Circus

(For Jack Mapanje)

Son of my mother
Must we watch
This old age circus?
Are we to see wrinkled lions
Shake their tattered manes
And fling their caked shit at us?
Must we look on as they bare
Their toothless gums
Just because
They are life lions?

Haven't we borne long enough?
As vipers have danced menacingly
Before our own mothers?
Are we eternally called to feast
On the venoms prepared
By skin shedding serpents?

Son of my mother
Should we ever squat
Our bottoms covered in calluses
Our eyes a bed for sores
Gazing sightlessly
As leopards treacherously tear
Our wives to pieces?
Must it always be
In hushed silence
That we stare at stallions
Mount our daughters?

Brother,
When will day break?
Can we not for once
Watch these blind nocturnal
Swim through their own slime?