Anya mkpasa

by Lukpata Lomba Joseph

Strange taste?
You were a knight of the night,
Volleying over the walls of McDonalds.
You never thought you needed
The face of a beast, a behemoth perhaps.
You spoke with the voice
Of the old dragon; screamed your steel
Handle and let it out and
The sun blinked on her.
You could feel a deflation in
Your adrenal region as you
Legged it off McDonalds.
They stood staring like victims
Of Morgan le Fay in the straits of Messina
As you dashed through the streets.

And now, you are back to St. Rita.
There is a chewing movement in the crust.
Tectonic plates […]