Misfortune favoured
by a coward
gets emboldened by
imagined
acts of bravery,
paralleling,
when freedom is
attributed, scoured
then soldered, wry,
universally enshackled,
to the liberty of slavery.
A leaden head
of melancholy
wearing
suffering’s shawl
of crusty grime
became
a body of water’s
shopping trolley,
disappearing,
in that shoal
of rusting time.
Castigating memories
lie deeply
and contorted,
misshapen
inside that meshy box.
Untrustworthy,
this hill of discontent,
rising steeply;
geography unreported,
as the corpse’s lips;
kissed the fleshy rocks.
