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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Congo River, Darkest Africa, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, The Congo, The Dark Continent
By the river of death bleach their bones,
As by each bend and reach the wind moans:
“O’er the dead men I blow
But nobody will know.”
(In the Congo there are few cell phones)
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