in the bush
on red earth
wrapped in red
tartan blankets
the Masai
are at one
with nature;
high-foreheads
proud
happy
strong
with smiles
as wide as the sunrise
and many wives
and happy
children.
Behind them
run messengers
with serious eyes
and holy books
full of advice.
The new road
now rolling out
like the extensile
tongue of a reptile
will soon thunder
with jeeps
and trucks
fetching
ranchers
farmers
and growers
to a shanty town
with fast food
a bar
and a gas station.
