I couldn't stop thinking about the line "it's warped olive cover was punished like a rhinoceros hide."
What kind of stories could that tell?
The lamp sits on the shelf
staring at me,
knowing what I don't.
It's warped olive cover was punished like
a rhinoceros hide.
Stolen off the African,
stories stamped through my mind,
sounds of the white man's burdens.
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