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!”
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