Ripped Apart

I move around campus both hands twined on my back I recall actions of notorious campus students ripping apart useful pages of book of the jungle with umbilical cord Others, self-styled athletes throw javelins as high as they can tearing into rags blankets that cover the blue thing with their sharp tools, magic fumes they act sorcery, foolishness; what is it truly? I think of repairs and mending glue, needles, threads I have but the broken pieces are too many scars on the jungle book are too much Expert tailors are uncooperative when I call for team work red eyes and clenched fists jump out from sockets, trunks I wonder as I moved on; “What else can I do but look on? surely, sooner than later with jungle ripped apart, blanket torn jungle book will catch fire and the roof will collapse!”