Wolof language of Senegal.
“Ten digging, ten filling — lots of dust, no hole.”
Softer than light
soldier crabs navigate an early world.
From their drilled trenches they hover;
transparent bodies, miniature helicopters
airing a blue line across mud flats;
portable radio antennas
attuned to the sea’s bandwidth.
A lone soldier divides from the troops,
gathers in her sand rosette,
Missiles of bird-song blast overhead;
sounds of the enemy,