Disconnection

Move on. O city, you
were not worth of
living any more,
sleeping on your tusks.

I will not assume
any other new name-
when the hurricane
finally arrives.

It will not go. You
can keep scratching
for whole life.
Your psoriatic scalp.

The attempt to
commit suicide was
worthless. Nobody
will write a note.

I will not invite
the white moon to-
break the fast,
after the bloodbath.