Ebola tanka sequence

Ebola


to the desert
where redemption is free ...
Ebola,
a faraway transparency,
a swig of blood, a touch?

West Africa
just sank into the sea—
redemption
held up the shredded  
faces drenched in tears

what comes next,
will we see the corpses flying
above our heads?
this jail inside a jail
inside a sinking desert

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