Malaria Poems: That’s cerebral
That’s Cerebral
the doctor said and it dispersed
slick through thick air
quiet
barracuda
shuttling sound away
from mouth mutating it to mean.
A compliment in another place
here sticks
here clots
here a death sentence this time
to a tribe full of other times.
There a strong man
whose great ideas
cannot be said
a lone umbrella acacia alone. Here
a girl of ten confused why her arms won’t raise
when she’s asked to raise them
and her baby brothers.
A tribe muscled
with dwindling
where cured malaria leaves
trails like listening.
4. Neurological damage from malaria. Ian Jones. 06/12/2002. http://malaria.wellcome.ac.uk/doc_WTD023883.html