No Home Poem by MATHEW OYEDELE

My beloved house has treated me thus
It has led me on the back of the wheels
Ocean from my eyes
Farewell, I bid.

They exist in my head
The slaughtering, killing,
butchering,
Murder.

Heads assembled on the mattress
Wrappers, west
Scarfs, east
Breast, dangled.

Ahead is a lion
Behind is a crocodile
Where do I go?
Where do I stay?

There is no home
Just a space to occupy
For today I exist
Tomorrow I know not.