smiling crocodile

in the parched marshes
crocodiles have stopped
shedding tears
at the never ending
deir yassins as sleeping
dieties from
the past are invoked
they have to feed too
in darfur there are
no crocodiles left
we eagerly await
a saharan ronnie
kasrils to discover
fahimi zidan
conscience is the biggest
crocodile of all
bigger than most gods
asleep
as we tuck our kids
with a kiss on the
forehead
after the bed time
stories we look
under our beds
for hidden reptiles
and satisfied go
to sleep
before the jaw closes
once i want to ask
the crocodile if
i can have a word
with his god