Graffiti - Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka
scribbled across walls.
Spattered alien symbols,
ooze on black macadam.
At night, like Tomcats,
graffitists creep, mark
their territory. They spray, run,
invade the stillness of the night
with spray cans hissing.
barely delineated against
any ghostly night, they crown
Only at daybreak when Ra's beams
cast trenchant shadows
can one decipher their notes and
drawings and awesome monograms
that camouflage, no! Bandage
fissures in the decaying walls.
Only at the crack of dawn, bloody
bullet holes identify their owners.
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