Another roach fell into my tub
The story I’d become
Growing filth amidst thoughts
Residence of symbolism
Carried by fingers of a broom
Driven by lots of anger
Of speed limit, guilty
Flung into a corner of ants
Battle ground, an unkempt kitchen
One eats, the others bite
Final meal before death
Home goes the vanquished on heads
How soon before a spinster comes
In being pleased, they’d know end
Sparkle, all that lay dull
When comes that one who makes house home
meet the poet: Francis Achonu Egu