Afternoon rain: campus consciousness

                                                                 

for the nth student

rain clouds at 3pm

greyed green absorb

matters of campus consciousness

walking neath slothed clouds

equatorial j.w. turner storms

neath concrete pillars

& erected sands

to the halls – lecture rooms

tutorial cellars – the floors

once swept by last semester’s

feet are again dank & inhabited

by frogs who caint leave us alone

the earth is laid flat

back aching

on the green of the now tired gods:

this is the only begotten

afternoon rain

laid bare & tropical before you

the rain’s a-drumming on sagothatched memoirs

a houseful of masks & tapa patterns

marx assignments & confessional testimonies

& mirrors that promise champagne

satin ecstasies/solitary lake

ghost city of the last graduates

                                                    From Kwamra: a season of harvest