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 f***ing appealing

everything now and very soon.

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Humans have never nowhere been born.

Copyright Roshan Tulachan 2008