Elegy of the moon
One day the moon is another place, a mid flotsam
nightmare of titanic is another passion of a haunting
ho?.
When I imagine something it worries me much, whether
the moon is prone or vulnerable like a science or car's
or like cat or dog that sometimes walk west or north
or raise or groom them?.
One day the moon is hither or thither or gal glassing
and then something is shadowing or clattering like atom
let say in Mars?- and still the fact that sometimes
my country is like the moon worries me so?, for who
will pass a leaning on somehow Monrovia shard or
anyhow draw?, or a sort of cell low?, or hunting tonight?.
One day the moon intermingling tell us why and what is
trespassing- our words like sacredness - truth - dream -
justice - power - politics - are no longer holding or
brotherly, lest shatter or wither or weather - hauntingly?.
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2024
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