(after Learning about Constellations by Saddiq Dzukogi)
Today my father is not dead; he is 73
And his blessing in impeccable disguise
A sensible 27 years too early, too late
Quick, I need a crash course
Nauseating means of preservation
A rendezvous at 1:42pm
And how to learn things the hard way
Others call him reckless
My wifi calls him stupid
No one else has the courage to call it quits
After a genocide and the age of 49