I caked my flaw with flour yet it wont slump to the floor Nor get hidden between thick thorns Can a stroke of plastic straw make it disappear in a tree's trunk? I am made a sojourner An explorer who needs answers Shame wrapped around my waist The boisterous market folks jeer What do I care? We have all come to sell Till selling grows wings Everyone transforms to a bird They all flee from my bed Every bird should nap on a bed except its dead I look in the mirror But I am a bat Despised by birds and even the minute rat They approach Earth-convulsing footsteps Voices like thunderous claps The cloud's smile retrench in a frown The sun hides behind the cloud's gown Doom's day Who can save the day? The wind scampering like a she-goat on heat The atmosphere refuses to breathe it in Fire blazing torches My eyes squint; A gulp of saliva is my last drink Alas! I see The birds are bats afterall My tongue looses like an untied wrap Cast your stone if