Lupatingatinga

Lupatingatinga

A full moon at Lupatingatinga,
south of the Ruvuma river, just north
of the border into Mozambique, shadows
find hands and feet, glide dance through the thorn scrub

in this time of war and famine, no skin
to hinder them, to catch on thorns and bleed,
white pegs of teeth that don’t need to chatter,
no fear under the moon’s butter surmise…