POEM 306: FOR ESE, OCHANYA AND OTHERS WE’D NEVER KNOW
while darkness and evil plucked her fruit,
shredded her leaves,
crushed her flowers,
separated her root from earth’s hold:
what was lost was not a child,
but innocence and humaneness.
mankind could only burst tear ducts,
embalm her remains,
like starving babies wail,
be clad in black in a million march,
hum requiems, trend hashtags,
wear long faces and become rhetorical:
mankind, where were we before now?