Oh
What is this I carry -
empty suck,
Strangely enough
It is tough,
It weighs me down
Like no other thing has
done,
I have no use for the
stomach
Please take it if you
can.
This grey matter
Inside the skull,
Ideas together it could
not pull.
Murderous it is:
Visions it has culled,
Long ago for it has
gone dull.
Seated in a skull nest
Hallucination is all it
does best
When pain gives time to rest.
I have no use for it -
dissect
If you can on my behest.
The limbs I have-
Giraffe height
What good are they:
cannot walk
Let alone stride.
With my glazed eyes
Take them if you can
They have stopped the
surrounding to scan.
Given the name
Oh my mother call out
louder
I cannot hear any
longer
Profoundly deaf have
gone my ears.
Cut the lobes if you
can
Use them the air to fan.
I dare not despair,
I have no more pride
for all I care.
Copyright Haileselassie Girmay
3/7/2005