Empty Savanna - A Portrait of Humanity
By Daniel Grant Newton
Bars up and down.
Crowds up and down.
Gawking. Pointing. Gasping. Walking.
At night, I pine for Savanna.
Empty up and down.
Ghosts of gazelles abound.
And distant hyena howls.
By day, savanna roars for my return.
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