fourClack(0:41)claws detached n lodged in barebacks speckled blueshells are rotting unhatched who could you leave by the curbside to die unfried in the moonlight im calling for fire clouds to come cleaning n dovefeather preening a netherworld that neither of us were dreaming
The British-Somali poet draws upon everything from leftfield folk to minimalist spoken-word, bound together by simple-yet-cutting wordplay. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2021