Suva Blanket
p. 53 · Read in the full issue
By Falaniko Tiputa
Suva at night is like the first sky, Its colourful lights twinkle, capturing an eye.
Over the sea, white, yellow snakes wriggle along feeling the dark breeze which cools the water.
Lights of all sorts seem to overwhelm me, When 1 wink, they dart a smile, When I’m in agony, they reflect hopefully, In their beauty I lose myself, my worries.
But man-made destroyers mar this sky Down the streets, the traffic eyes search my footsteps Through blocked houses, through the blind crossings They try to corner me, punch me unawares.
Death, real death storms in my brain Its callings increase trying to split my conscience, It eats through my guts; rules my whole world.
Death still reigns inside my alarm clock.
Under this sky, I think of escaping to darkness leaving my yesterdays and tomorrows.
Slowly I stagger to my mat, for surely Under my blanket reigns comfort and life.