II.

Glass half-empty 
but I shattered the roof 
It’s grass! 

Long gone the days of oasis 
breeding with the sea, 
bursting at the seams, 

Student loans everywhere. 

Today I cannot even. 
My throat-singing wakes my predecessors 
Turns them in their graves. 

I am dancing in the belly of mine. 

Some of us come, some of us go, 
Let me tell you about 
The economy of 
Shoots! 

Body of water, body without water. 
Here goes another failed appeal 
For H to O. 

I do not like the tone 
of your tongue as it 
sizzles down my skin, Sun. 
Retrenched. 
I do not like the tone of my skin, scales 
falling down the shores, 
the iris of climbing grandsons. 
My thoughts are with Saul. 
Tobit, my prayers are with you. 

I am not one for violence, 
But I will fight for my life- 

The near seconds ejaculation, skies as unsatisfactory as men. 

-Deformed back twisting hard 
contorts and bangs 
like jumping elephants. 

My irradiated fingers 
bears fruits, 
for my captors 
my arms abode visitors, 

I shan’t be cursed, 
Oh Death, 
I shan’t be cursed. 




By Henry Mworia.

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