Regrets

I

Then you will watch the ganglions 

of pounds you stole metamorphose

into flakes of Zimbabwean dollars; 

you will see your skin exfoliated by

bleach, remodel to a mystery akin to

Joseph's Ornate robe

II

You will see your ego, bogus as the 

Hind of a Brazilian dame deoxidize to a

sack of nothingness; and you will see 

your children, whom you never taught

the sacraments devaluate into progenies

of Haile Selassie

Written by Daniel Ezeokeke