Hypotenuse Of Doom Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

Waters jump
stretching out
to a chanting swoosh.

O chirping, twittering
hypotenuse
from straight-standing
webbed splashes.

Ducks, ducks, ah ducks
flapping off
beaming wings,

as waters sail on
in empty boats of swollen air.

Shrugging off silver
beads of water
that grip a duck's back
only to fall off

like hail stones from a sky
shooting down
stairs of cascades to land

with feet flipping out
hundreds
of their splitting toes.

Soles of water
on the rampage,

as trees
raise a thousand hands
waving at winds,

when an outburst
of a waterfall's
skips land
on soles backing a wall.

(ii)

Spit out O spit out
splashes of waters to lie
on their bellies,

as they drift
down the slope
of man's last wail

ricocheted
in a robin's soft whistle

rebounded
on the razor edge
of a dry cutting wind

dissolved
in the rolling storm
of sleeping
foamy waters covered
by their coughed-out mists.

(iii)

River gliding down
this slope,
a broken tree branch
of you slipping off

the cascades' mouth
of your birth,
all eggs hatched
with jumping showers
of dark hawks

drowned, chickens in mouth,
as death swallows
a man biting off a bit
of hanging clouds' posterity,

the slope carrying
a river through ages
from a regolith's yawn.