Harmattan Revisits Saint Piran’s Churchyard Jos, Nigeria Above the grave’s parched laterite a tree quivers with strange new life; wind that gusted dust from the Sahel now animates boughs’ gaunt grey— To underscore the peal of bells pods golden and stiffly dangling, their seeds heraldic rattle— timid staccato … whispering morse. Martin Bennett   Metrics: Observations from the Back Row (Poetry reading, Auditorium della Conciliazione, Rome) First in Italian Then English, voices, voices, Via lecterned page Their enviable elegance— Meanwhile, edge of stage, Minutes, seconds, seconds Displayed in neon Were counting down— Flickering recognition Or phased oblivion? Due ripple then…