Day: Feb 24, 2026

The wolves that howl

The straight line and the curve, the circle,square

Incommensurable yet real, they’re everywhere .

Straight and  curved the human world is couth.

In relationships like this we see the truth 

Every circle must obey the law

Large or small no matter what you draw

Pi is a  real number without end.

Beyond the rational numbers it transcends

In mother nature there are no straight lines

Nature prefers curves for her designs

The petals of a rose, the wings of owl

The fangs of wolves, the music as they howl.

We cannot  think without distinctions fine

You make yours and I shall still make mine

She drowned in mobile phones which could not speak

Drowned by words whose owner could not speak
Disordered  and untimely they came down
Her   mind had lost its  senses, its critiques

She did not wish to see a world so bleak
She  lay  there  like a fox  on bloody ground
Crowded by the  slobbering hounds  she shrieked

I asked  if Su Doku would bring  her peace
She  beat me with a heavy pan  all round
Her   mind had lost its  pity in her grief

I begged her use a hammer,kill or tease
She  cried  out, oh, my wi fi has gone down
She drowned in mobile phones which could not speak

She begged me  to cook dumplings with the  beef
Atora still make suet, it’s renowned,
Her   mind had lost its  legacies, its reach

I  bought a bunch of roses from a clown
The thorns  a  sharp reminder of  her nouns
Spared the  words  this woman could not speak
Our silence  gave me comfort,  yet I weep