what might stop him from walking out
into the soughing heat of his
savannah what might keep him
from its burning winds its
tricks its cozy
punishment
his feet are sewn to hot
trails only by wrenching by brute
ripping in his walk might he tear
into the blood table
would he fall then free
and bloody onto cold alien
steppe
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Nic Sebastian hails from Arlington, Virginia. She has two sons and travels widely. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Lily, Autumn Sky Poetry, Mannequin Envy, Poems Niederngasse, Avatar Review, Anti- and elsewhere. Nic blogs at Very Like A Whale (http://verylikeawhale.wordpress.com)
tongues of the ocean 
tongues of the ocean « Very Like A Whale
[…] 1, 2009 at 8:52 am (frabjous, other news, publication, whale poem) My savannah man is one of the first two poems in the inaugural issue of Scavella’s new journal, Tongues of […]