Hold your breath and drown
Breath, burn your throat down
In your eyes, a scenic body of water fight
Burning cold brings a haze of midnight
Surrounded by family and water springs
You bathed yourself off the childhood sins
Stared at the moonlit graveyard right behind
Listened to Appacchi with his eyes kind
All-knowing wisdom that everything cycles
Rotting corpses root in blooming flora days
Reminiscent you stop at a wildflower bed
Scatters of humanity visible to the eye naked
A camaraderie, solidarity, a shiver up your spine
Most days you wish to be fertilizer to a grove of pine
Clean-cut ornamental head, shed decorative hair
Fold the never-ending box of thoughts closed and air
Thinking about the damage your teeth suffered
From all the cheap chocolate you gobbled
Cursed, teeth cannot be a fertilizer!
You go about your day, little geyser
About to explode your guts on a lab table
Like a mantra you repeat, a grove of maple
Grove of bamboo, grove of banyan, grove of
Now, does your heel dig the earth tough?
Feeble hand grapples unshaped water rough
Are you breathing or not?
By Leo Gayanee Buwaneka
