Oh Failure

Oh, failure, I see you crowded camping in my sitting room when I go to bed you are there in my orchards you’re the fruits Spouse conceives and produces you my children ride on your back in school they write on your face when they talk you grab their tongue Stealthy you jot ideas in my letters and deliver them to my snaky bosses my eyes see you in every book I read no freedom of conscience for me Failure, did your mother send you, to come and make me shade tears? don’t you think now you have a lot? Go back to your people, spare me! I am not your clansman, whatever my roots do not lie in your courtyard not one grave of my ancestors is there go, carry your banner high elsewhere