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Rain into my heart and sing away
the tube, newspapers, supermarket queues;
rain into the earth and wring the mud
of blood, virus, tuberculosis,
me (top ten rich under my umbrella
of banana leaf); burr the soil
to light sand, light enough for the light-
handed man working the beach, who says:
'I want to study in England, baas. Get rich.'
Rain to beat hibiscus black and blue:
or drum the great white to the river mouth:
or green the sugar cane:
or bless the yellowcake.
Rain and sing me to the red farm earth.
Matthew Williams
1999, revised 2006