Down
All that is not me has me down
I am beaten by all that should keep me
My nose in crackling wrinkle
Like dead toothpaste tube
I can’t see my knees
Eyes are deep in the sockets
The twist of neck kicks the heart hard
Hemoglobin is tough and cold like the
Mazera-Voi rail tracks abandoned by
The classy Jambo Kenya Deluxe
I need a life
A cozy labyrinth
Opening in to a boundless sea
My soul rebels land and its jungles
Noise avenues and beautiful malls
Have my heart full with video
I long for monotony
Of a cloudless heaven
Stretching with abandon
Without a single fold onto Riverside from
Kangemi, I need a flat face of the earth
So that I can see my torn toe nails
without tasking my shoulder blades
to injure flesh that is laden with sleep
I am down
Let me lie
with ashes at my feet
blue saliva cracks my lips
in a struggle to pay homage to tongue
the last man standing, in heydays
he proclaimed peace to mountains
with stones that changed shapes with seasons
the message of peace is better unheard than unheeded
now he lies here with me, just maybe, just maybe
in its rotations, the earth will become flat
I long to see the feet of preachers of peace
Their beautiful shoes make my sight hazy
Glossy shin has blinded the messenger
He knows not when it rains, waterproof wear
Cheats him of seasons
Will he ever know when to sow?
When all that is not him shoves a finger down his nose
The wind will let me know
Meanwhile I sleep till dawn is come
Copyright © Kilalo Mwashighadi | Year Posted 2016
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