Pressing in; we’re pressing on…
Is this halo too heavy? There’s no space in gravity/Skull of thee enemy burning looks just like me/All the fatted calves of Egypt dying of disease/& sweat drips down my forehead until it soaks my sleeves
Pressing in; we’re pressing on…
Don’t stand too close to yr burns or you’ll get fired/Don’t light yr harp because the devil burned the lyre…
Misplaced yr Seraphim Cerebellum, twisted ‘n’ igniting/Cherubim ‘n’ Cerebrum, keep on fighting…
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