Songs of Anisha
“Of Rabble-Rousers,”
by Kunle Shittu
Their
Pawky pounds of flesh-
A tailor’s nightmare!
Their
Greasily rotund cheeks
An artist’s sickly graffiti!
On glistening floors
They sit
Yawning
And scratching
Scabies-infested bums
In and out
Of red light Bars
They swap sweats
With sleazy sluts
Handsomely
Their vaults are stashed
With mint notes
Yet Bills that touch millions
Tango with dust
And lie untouched.
“At Least,”
by Sarah O’Gorman
I walked where the road was
I ran away where the danger was
I cried where the pain was
I lied where the fear was
and I died where the gun was
I sang where the music was
I gave where the need was
I tried where the effort was
I fell where the failure was
and I helped where the hope was
until I sleapt where the dreaming was.
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