Humans have never nowhere been born
a lump of mud thrown from the sky
any good to really skin the stone?
I am just a dog set free to steal a bone.
The rats jump on the corridor
spilling the secerets of the make-beliefs
though I tried hard to cast the river to its shores
the truth it multiplies in one two three and fours.
There are reasons said the reasons
howling like a big bad moon
in a civilised way
where the scent of a road
is fucking appealing
everything now and very soon.
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Humans have never nowhere been born.
Copyright Roshan Tulachan 2008