Among the things that we don't know
about their civilization is the name by which

they called a clay plate such as this, that is

 

The logic of sleep draws me closer and closer to you,
taking the names of everything from me. My desire
to speak is suspended, my old reverence

The sun is fierce over the slum of Kibera
and the iron roofs wrinkle into eyelids
sleepily tilting over damp mud walls.