THEY RAN OUT OF MUD

Miriam Khamadi Were

There is a little hut

Built across from here;

They’ve mudded two walls

And the rest stands unmade……

For they ran out of mud.

There is a deep gully

Running along the road;

They have filled it halfway

And the rest is still gaping….

For they ran out of mud.

There is a pot by the alter

That they began to mould ;

They finished the base

But the neck remains undone….

For they ran out of mud.

Mud! Mud!

Who can find mud?

Maybe if it were gold

Someone would.