Man falls

Dawn to dusk

dust to dust

and the fallen one

seeks heart of dust

like smoke seeking

the secret of the sky

II

death seen face to face

lion bare pathing goat

wind judging rootless rafter...

III

when the lion roams the territory

silence towers like iroko

touching the sky

the weak

the unrooted

become raftedlike

grass enslaved between hissing matchet

and flirting wind

mad flight of dreams

untethered like stray goat

Grows and grows like boil

Rooted on buttock.