desert sun climbing up….
bread merciless, water cross. patience of savagery lies in ambush. to whom i should turn to tell wings of angels do not endow shadows. merged carcasses, oil traders, aid delegations… my bones went to pieces as being urged a few more steps, in the wind scatters the stink of my innards, god cannot go bankrupt, guv! man a daring cutthroat! getting dirty is fine, woman on commercial asserts. scrubbing the beak of a vulture with cleaning powder to remove tenacious stains.
shrieking desert climbing up….
put out eyes of mine were being rolled towards the ground under your feet like marbles. i reached base before you uncle kevin. do display this photo to the well-fed kids of the global dinner tables, do pass my breath through coca-cola straws, do sink into the deepest sleep with the contentment of degassed stomachs. i absolved the snake in the dream, insect on the cactus, scorpion in the sand.. how about you, uncle kevin, you!… let my demise be your prize, collect my innards and put them around your neck.
16 March, 2009, sinop
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*Kevin Carter: Photojournalist from South Africa. He shut the scene of a vulture lying in ambush for a Sudanese child about to die out of starvation in 1993. Yet he walked away from the venue without taking the child to the food tent. This shot earned him the Pulitzer Prize in 1994. Three months after his having received his prize, he committed suicide by letting exhaust gas into his car through a garden hose.