Dirty Shower............... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

The pungent scenes that come to mind,
filth that covers like rain on all surfaces.
an' even now, more than ever on our faces.
But this dirty shower does a lot more harm...
we ready at it in our early morn'
scrab an' smeer murk all over...
provide this sheath, layer of impregnibility
an' after:
Dressing ourselves in a current trend,
to be dutiful:
to confrom, jeopardise our intricity,
play into the ordered world, of no divine nature.


All, even I, scurry to this routine,
pleasured us, that another sun gone down;
an' neither audience nor actor recognise us,
an' worse, that we unidentify with our own.
We lose our serenity, the unique of our most self.

Plenty have i dreams, an' reality sturk in the impress of mind,
invaded even in my most intimate engagement...
Evolution is swift and final; like death
it corrupts life, makes another course.
We, that are without....desparate attempts to linger:
Conquer the sacred, desecrate it
tag everything an' all things hence with a price.

A blanket that is not mine, covers:
A dream that is not mine, live it:
A hollowness that is not mine, be it:
in this shower I ail, yet i Linger...
desperately,
to satisfy the pleasure of others, intrigue the void.
I fill it with pretenses, an' pose in gait through deciet in this murky veil...
un - deserved, un - preserved.

The punch of an atrocious fist,
Oh! cannot love,
for i am covered filth,
my companions no better, immersed they are...
of the unsettling contents.
I cannot find art, she that i love...
for my eyes-
are adorn a lens of glee.
That of Our world, greedy, boistful, filthy...

Crying at this dirty shower,
playing music, that forms my soul...
that i know, soon to fade;
before, once again,
attend the venue am post, to be abscure...
to bathe in here dirty shower!