Water Boarded (Malindi To Malabar)

Muzzled. Ironic, since I am mute
Lurching. The world heaves under my feet.
Head held high. Not pride, but need to survive
Death waits if my head sinks below my gut.
Blood. Pumping, my heart thumping
Blood. My arteries roil like the ocean around me.
Froth and foam, susurrating, out of view
Sounds of winds past, lashing the acacias
Standing like umbrellas on the veldt
I used to eat them, leaves and thorns
Rough tongue turning shelter into shit,
Now, life contained in a dank, dark pit.