As many as can be

green, brown, crumbs

when I think of the sacred name
we share with emotions and limbs
if our psyches no longer hit the same
and I have to hear from another’s ears
your discretions that now have fame
I wonder which note broke this piano
it adorns me with a robe of shame
it leaves me as sad as a broken mirror
air & water are unfair to a burning flame
but at least there’s a cause for the fire.

Tomide Abdul