I nightmare trembling backs:
turned path beneath my feet.
Advancement traded for clipped wings
and broken beaks. Shoulder-blades sharp under
I footprint a mandala
Of this cycle
In which Lavinia always loses her tongue
And eyeballs roll endlessly down corridors
Of exploded homes.
Each heart beat a bomb blast.
Each night-light to read by an extinction.
Each new purchase a child beaten and raped.
In countries I was never taught the name of.
Consumption became destruction
Before I could fit into my shoes-
How else was I supposed to walk to school?
Somebody find me the road less travelled by
The one that isn’t lined
with starved refugees,
decimated albalad al’asli
and MPs raping democracy