Saturday, December 06, 2014

A crow in the centre

You sent me this draft
It’s a poem, you said,
On saving mankind
Under falsified name
Finding an answer

I waited out my response
I knew it was cold
In your desert tent
Time elapsing conscience
Earplugs keeping out
Poverty porn

Why do I expect
You to see through
Layers of stars
People die
In hospitals, houses
Sometimes without shelter

I watch myself
In the mirror, shivering
I built a rocket, he said
Big bang theory
While someone else
Stayed without water

A noble cause
While she squeezes leaves
Between legs, pain in her womb
Sometimes knocked out
A crow in the centre
Of things that are
Taboo and saving mankind
Without reasonable answer