We can understand your restless quest:you wrote you dreamt of Elon Musk but your sight captured only lined moulds of fresh faeces on your bug- swollen,sleeping mat at dawn,
a hungry hermit hamstrung by feared trauma
you wrote you dreamt of Soyinka’ s star- studded grey hairs,
not of a wasteful burial at 25 while bubbling with bouncing blues
no,you didn’t create yourself__
your tried self- compassion failed,
your passion for life plunged into a plague of hell
our stone- caged seasons of waste wear garments of death!
in tears,
I announce our collective guilt,shame, building punctured paradise in stormy seas,accursed oceans where wayward mermaids ask for our cheap bones
in tears,
my restless head,like a cobra’ s in ruthless anger,
shakes at dancing agonies enthroned in our dead firmament of a million skulls!
