Cross-I’d thoughts
flower in my grave
What ifs and what knots
tie dye every enclave
Two many missed shots
four one I don’t crave
T their crosses, I their dots
take back what you gave
By not into a land of plots
The house in will cave
Leave clumping to the bots
Loneliness is for the brave.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river