by Tendai R. Mwanaka

A Road to Somewhere

Every whispering path,
Of the forest-
Has to end.

Always follow a single path,
And it will come out-

Somewhere…

The Real Nuclear Threat.

An earthquake, tsunami, and 
then a nuclear disaster engulfing
the skies with
plumes of smoke, smog.
Japan is now a threat, radiation
threat 10 000 times more in
its waters. Places that are over 1000
miles scare, over
23 000 confirmed dead,
thousands left homeless,
thousands are still missing trapped
inside this cold intelligence
as close as death. It took 28 days
their naked emperor, their prime
minister, to visit the
disaster area. Like caution
in the morning of first meeting,
maybe he waited until he
was sure he didn’t even have
to run out of Japan, at that. When he
was told it was safe to visit the
radiation threatened
area. After all, this is the century
when we like death
to be someone
else’s little bundle in
an unknown country. Fikushima is
worse than Chernobyl 86, Russia,
claiming a now that
history makes and records. And we
won’t talk of Nagasaki and
Hiroshima, no! Especially not about
Nagasaki? 6-9 months
to clear the radiation threat,
and with what effects….why isn’t
the western world ablating the right
or wrong of this or that country…, to
have nuclear capacities, until
we begin to hate these sinners,
loving every of
their sins…
Ask Iran!
There are now numbed neutrons
speeding to meet its atomic horizons.

Intent

Those milky threads of hot energy
cursing through my body.
Weaving stories in the energy
centre of my body.
And I believe my energy centre
is shaped like a circle.
Making me roll through my world.

With my back turned against-
the time of my nearest destination.
For a moment I mistake me-
for a miraculous re-appearance.
As I begin to move towards-
the future.

As the sun says soon,
very soon I will-
rise to shine again.
I want to live it-
all over again.
As if the first time here,
i was just a rehearsal.