there’s no room for
flowers in the playground
children plant
feet on the ground – before
a leap to the basket
full of under ripe fruit
and drop flesh in
a crash
encounter with the man-godly enslaver
the blacktop is cracked
it’s where god-men launch them
selves
trying to escape
from built things
-Njoli-
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