maybe we’ll never know how this can
be — the yellow, the length. and what’s lila?
you’ll be tall all your life.
always mistaking love for (an) assassination.
and the halls — they will be there,
carpeted, busts, orange,
MK Abiola and war generals.
ways of dying — you’ll be there,
listening, dreaming, in the way only
people like us can.
and by that i mean walking down Grogon,
a black river.
we will be all we can — listening
to the unnecessary, praising
bad men. and violence.