May never come. The orcs hold up the putrid decay once a man’s foot Sniff it and toss it into the cauldron, and scratch The
No neither. I see… I see bird droppings zoom out the sky and And… Humans drop looking for luck in different spheres. The crowd panics.
Breathe, breathe…I wish I could breathe. The infant’s face crimped into morbid contortion by pending asphyxia Breathe, the breath Adam received The breath we all
RIP to the fallen but: Non sine causa mortis. -Nyonglema Why didn’t the police throw flowers instead, As our Master recommends when your cheek
Oh how I wish my days were back
And I could go to school
Not type away on platic tacks
But smell the nests on trees.
To all Teachers: 5, 10 and 15 those three numbers which represent all you were to me:
End of nursery, end of primary, end of secondary and start university!