A letter to Angelica Of Malek-And-Lang-Reechdit

By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan

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Lo-NIG-ht of series dreams and pierceful drums-your slimy nose came

reflected me window

With blows-carols of bird in manie tones-my arms rested under your wintry bed

Where blends of hairs-took glee back to fairyland

Of bereft and condoning-sloshing tears down the bed-burst like a holy

descending fire

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On-which lakes we swam-for these light years be swimming us in

To purify our sins in the waits of hell

When all gait in -a- pool of blessing

Hear them cry for their sons who walkest down the meadows

Alas!–me– see this love

Alas!–me think this love-await for knowing and ancestry

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Angelica me-guarding gainst the pleasures

When inflictions were me worries

Mine eyes are weak and deeper for that night wait-O-

Be tears and joys the flowers of mind that think of love and happiness

All ye seed of life curl that way Angelica–

Angelica–daughter of Madingdit

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~Riak Marial Riak (SONNETS ABOUT ANGELICA)

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