The missing ones
Drawer 1
Dust 2
Broken nose
Piece of self
I hurt
You hurt
Never mind we are muzzled
Only the invisible link will unbind us
For centuries they have failed to see
We dance the same steps
The pace repeats until firmament
There is but one rebound
That towards an unknown
What is restitution
A little truth upon the bone eaten away by shame
Hush these words are harsh
I know we must speak no more smother
that wrath may sway towards the cry of beauty
that staying shut on all fours may
sludge all disorder
In suspension
As the bare-faced comedy acts out the same
scene
The world already wearied a thousand-fold
All children await a new day
All objects murmur the phrase
Resituate! With elegance like a peacock’s feather
Upright
They wait
Asleep
For the rising day
Upright
Motionless in daytime
They wait asleep to be cradled by night
Pélagie Gbaguidi
