Melancholy

hiding in the lap of this field, i can hear your barrel knocking at soil, chuckling at my ramshackled dreams it was you ,man you was my brother once , younger son of my mother, i can smell mammas umbilical cord , when you throttle my heart, pierces through my veins, pouring chemical fumes at my damp skin, i prayed for your bliss, to the eternity, through my breaths, sighs, you got golden marks, crushing at my limbs, you squeezed degrees and fames, your labs was my mausoleum, your pesticides was my killer your fames was my loss, i can see you brother bearing the white powder in your arms to demolish my larvas, tadpoles, with your famished tongue you made my sorrows , the best item for your supper, with a despairing sigh, i'm writing my name on your homes again and again, because your sons may not know what is a frog