Turning taciturn the gassy churning of a stomach From eating nuts , and only vegetables The cornmeal too lumpy For the new suspicious roundness of the body That buttock that rolls with each step.
Who is greater , touched , sensed , reasoned? Getting going before it gets too late The scrap of metal against stone That set off tiny sparks flickering briefly Before a disappearance
In the past so warmly A feeling of a rush of weakness to the leg That look up and down , one had forgotten where they came from So foolish , think you are a big man
Master in the room , mountain greeted How are you people? Turning the radio on I see Focused! Humans as Angels , sometimes devil or Satanic
Hungry, finally ate yam , mama boiled Men in high , swindlers in low Those that seek to keep the country Permanently divided remain in office. Tribalistβs , the nepotistic . Make the country look big for nothing . M