Hemp Poem by Lekë Loshi

The coroner passed me the shovel
In the dark draped mirrors
The trees were raped by the winds
Tangle and dwindle my already shaken mind
Swaying on a burning ship
Scuttling, ready to submerge in a green sea.

Tainted glimpses blotched with enigma
I’ve become a part of everything
That was all I gave
To a coroner that dug my grave


I am under the earth
Yet I see myself in the skies
The stars blink bright orange
Spreading their lies
Like gossip from an avaricious mouth

I thought it was over
Just to be surrounded by a black swarm of roaches
They bite, slither under your skin
The feelings of being and sensation