Ninety Four Percent Humility
by Elizabeth Domike

    Today the sky is so big and so blue you can
    Fall into it, the sweet peas are fading
    From the heat, grown men take up fencing
    Diagonal lunge after divorce papers are
    Signed or missionary work in the mountains
    Of Cameroon, you learn to iron everything
    Even your underwear, protection from parasites
    The lush green ninety four percent humidity, they
    Keep the premies three to an incubator, you are thirsty
    Wet always, happy as the Africans read the Bible for
    The very first time in the alphabet we created
    For them, Jesus speaks in our tongue! Celebration ensues.  






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