Flamingo’s fly where she goes br The jeep wheel spinning free br Blue, blue orange sky br Nakuru’s baked white pink. br br She once was loving, laughing br Watched children – shout, sing, smile. br Red fast, brown hot, too fast, too fast br Then she’s crashing craters. br br Sweet sweat that tastes of rock br Killing, killing br Tilt, untracked – br The acacia standing guard. br br Now creamy skin all torn br Blood eyes that br Stare at lava br Children’s faces frozen time.