Poetry - Issue 21 | October 2014

African Soundscape

by Karla Linn


African Soundscape

If you see yourself as a stone—
one of volcanic origin
cleaved from cliff, catapulted
to valley floor, rusty chunk
amid grasses, sunk
in the mud of the Maasai Mara—
if you see yourself as that Kenyan basalt,
you will be able to hear, distinctly,
trumpet and roar,
tree snap and bone crack,
sky thunder and earth tremor,
and the word of man for fear.


About the author

Assistant editor and poetry book reviewer for The Centrifugal Eye, Karla’s escaped near death on the Little Colorado River and by a swarm of bees on the Amazon River (they turned out to be a sting-less variety). Her many book credits belie her wanderlust: they include The Ice Decides: Poems of Antarctica, Godwit: Poems of Canada, Attaining Canopy: Amazon Poems and Lithic Scatter and Other Poems. Forthcoming is Athabaskan Fractal and Other Poems of the Far North (Salmon Poetry). Visit her here.

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