Home, Feel; Birthmarks

Home, Feel; Birthmarks
Home is polygamy
Wanting us night after night.
Death is a monogamist
Not wanting to share.
Life is a thief
Playing smart like chaskele.
What is home
Whenever it smells not of jealousy
What is jealousy
When it smells of ruins in a wall
What is a wall
When it taste not blood
What is blood
When it is devoid of soul
Do you know that
Every feather that riddles on a bird
Was once a miracle in an egg.
So who is an egg
And who is a bird?
A bird is a demi -God
Whiskered by a sperm and
Riverside poem…


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