friend poem

there is no escape by the river
i saw the first pear
some one complained to the master
do i like it
see, they return
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
brother, i am fire
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
city that is not a city
let us pity those who are better off than we are
when the wind works against us in the dark