The child in falling knickers looks at sleepers
And feels stranded ,beside snoring sleepers
Their sleeping mouths open like death's caves.
The child is stranded in a sea of sleeping men
In the mausoleum, as its pillars rise to the fans
That stir afternoon air, stranded in a hot roof.
The child is stranded beside sleeping parents
Themselves stranded in a sleep of mausoleum,
Over sleepers of ancient deaths in royal finery.
Posted at 01:57 pm by adukuri