There’s grief around the edges
No letters on these pages
My anguish are my wages
The say its murder, mother.
No, I just can’t cope
Can’t wait for hope
I fret the walk
And live as the bug
Tiny things stuck in my head
As the mines in some fertile plain
Its noise in my veins; silence in my head
Like lonely footfalls in temple’s stead
Did I buy this ticket to my demise?
A roller-coaster to Hades?
Like sunk in ruin’s sea.
Couldn’t they say it’s another, mother?
Won’t they take the shroud of soot from me?
Would they let the noose soothe me?
And bring my age to shame?
Agwoturumbe and the law, never denied
I told it, it was us
I, she. Our blood curd
Our red killed us.
I await grief’s hood
As my night comes in knots
It will get uglier soon, they say
When my sorrow takes the colour of my pain.