Into the Cubes

by Uche Nduka

In this nasty dawn
America has been shot
in the head on video
not a set up for my signature
I don’t know what’s forbidden
or what’s allowed
any more
the oblivion of night
isn’t redemptive
any more
marching boots masked men
rattle my bones
does it matter
that you’re not entirely mine
and I’m not entirely yours