When I was younger Nanu Told me bhoot kahanies of Treacherous masked nishi That crept on four long legs Wreaking havoc among Peaceful village homes
I sleep with lights on always Lest the silent boba crept in
In 2001, I discovered bhoot Wear the mask of friends With benign, serpentine voices That sat inside mosques to put Innocent men in prison and tell Small children to fear the sky
I sleep with the TV on always Lest the silent boba crept in
Bhooth walk between us Tell us to fear each other Until we cast off our names Convinced that these are Weapons waiting to be Utilized against us.