Poems from Marial Awendit
tired hammer,
rusty nails
and old
planks of wood.
don't ignore them,
they nailed a certain
god gazillion fossilized
seconds ago.
Hok,
your elephantine
soles skipped
swollen corpses
but crushed
damp mushrooms,
umbrellas to ants.
fractured ribs of your
offsprings in...
We're growing up
But you pop up
To point norms thrown up
And none taken up.
We had to.
It was what laid
Before us.
Adam and Eve
Had options
On that fruit.
Look here,
We had none.
We had to eat from bowls
Made of...
Here's clean
and green
where reign
Rains of brain drain.