“Exodus: movement of Jah people!” – Bob Marley

That night,
we heard the wind
shaking the trees awake.

When we arose,
they were gone.

Broken earth
where they once stood,
stalwart.

Bloated silence
where birds once praised
a triumphant sun,

now labouring
up the sky’s stairs,
bilious light oozing
through the thickening air.