Notes from Monrovia – I

These are some wordspills from the last few days in Monrovia, Liberia. More detail, perhaps even more clarity, to follow.

I

So you have the sense of a
   long now, the perhaps of               a fire, a
                         Truce, axiomatic

Burn, the cut of a thousand
      the but of another
      sense of another
      calm of 

Tooth, axe,
       postulate of norm
       pestilence   harm of your unknowns

II

the pin of an inconsistent
    raw
                        ness - the
                        pine of ferment its disdain
    for
    all that isindolent
             isincohate

III

The sense of being a toy or a
    hound as a new world spills - dregs of 
                                  myinkpot