Luxury of Darkness

I am a refuge here! In this foreign land- Of luxury of darkness Where darkness Laughs at me Angry winds, Bite me like scorpions, Mosquitoes, Drink me like a pot of beer Bed bugs, my nocturnal guests, Hold conferences To celebrate on my ribs Jiggers, Rip my feet apart like cakes, In the sage-master’s kraal Philanthropists, my only hope Offer mockery of aid As they drink bottled urine, Slumber in glass pots, And make sheen- beings To count stars endlessly! Surely I am alone. In my own country, In this world, I am alone, alone and alone With no one to care In this refugee-land! Of luxury of darkness Where all is, Dark! Dark! And dark!