Oh earth, What spittle Do you spat back to man? Visiting your worst quakes On the poorest west
Jun 142011
Uche
May 232011
Behind that gold crested chamber Rest your serene unleavened divinity A risen old creed of your last feast -living word that breeds men I asked… Could there be a faith More gray, genetic and alive [...]
Nov 242010
I have seen
The four walls
Coated with gory hand-prints
Of criminals and suspects
In-scripting awkwardness
Pleading for a public presentation
I stared at slogans
Screaming….
“we die…innocent”