Native African Revolutionaries

As I watch the moon

casually rising tonight,

I am reminded of the hippos of Botswana.

Every night they rise out of still pools

to feed.

Walls surround the mango orchards.

The hippos of Botswana travel like darkness,

darkness that penetrates any barrier.

The hippos of Botswana stand

in mango orchards reflecting

the moonlight like grey planets.

At dawn there are no ripe mangos

for miles.