i fear all my next poems will be
filled with despair
the quiet weight of a horse no longer to be shared
the clangs of falling down pans over
spilt (milk) diarrhea
the falling out of words meant for good intentions & affairs

in two days of solitude
i am announced as the chosen one
to vanquish & conquer the lands
of rehabilitation and trusting funds.
tactics are foolishly oversaturated,
girls are overpowered & manipulated;
for she became the fiercest of them all
and he will soon be the weakest of Nepal

why am i ******* unable to cry

when has rage become me
as i have become her
as night becomes hope-light
as the sea became the doomed sailor
(ungodly mist)
so why is this redundant
and why is she stuck there
so why are you willing
to salvage and conquer