Poems, Untitled

Harboured & caged in darkling slums /

Trickled in squall and besieged by gulls /

Decaying away whilst hid from ritzy predators ready to prey and spray /

Romancing with trouble keeping one double in the huddle /

Hover in society tryna be supple /

The Essence of Home

I wait to be recognised by the land that chewed them up and spit them out /

into cold black seas and winter nights in HeidelbergР 

Kismaayo. The humid heat of day time slumber–

 Mannheim. The birth of a child /

I look around and see the faces of those who saw their people slain.