Jesse Ojuka

Are we a cage of our own making
Or does the matter come from
The call
Tell me
When you ask of my age
In what are you asking
Space, time, or spinach
You see,
Would you fight the bear when it comes chasing
Or turn into a pond
Translate everything into your own
Language
And if not,
Understand that your tongue is
Dressed by the
Imagination of
Those once called
Mad