The Shallow Guts Of Men

Written by: kelechi Emeaba

I reel in dirt
through many eyes
-big eyes, small
eyes and terrestrial
eyes 
From afar in the
aquarius camp
whereas   
strewn at
each iring other,
men vying off 
And their sightseers
awkwardly squinting
nuts 
cooling off sudor
through the cove 
For there's no
spring wherewith 
recapitulate.