from remnants now old
you were a criminal
how lucky you were
in college because of your ideas
because of your language in exams,
the sentences your mouth formed were
to rebuild yourself for
one life you've lived here for
how lucky you were
of six siblings to get them
How does it feel to be
into pieces again scared
that everything is going to fall apart
that your thoughts are a windstorm
by politicians
a rifle
if you don’t
Make it the sixth.
Before your birthday
your shoulder
you ran for your life a day
the next morning your gift was
a sky of bloody bodies.
confess he says.
to what?

somehow after decades of
your birthday
yet another herd of youth
in the violence of silence
in-silencers are elected here by
power, of silent
purging your body from the silent
because silence hides
as you run for your life.
be shorn of
mothers and
daughters sons, combined,
their
executive orders and
the public
cracked by
like you
and red opportunity
for a red book of all wisdom
of oppression and denial of life
toppled by greed of
supporters, toppled
like you

because maybe I’ll learn to produce
nectar,
that I may piece your home

in the words of your village,

falling apart and

you'll laugh and respond; And I know