The animals are all cartoon characters now. Or else the decorations on socks and pyjamas. Or else bad metaphors, as in ungulate derricks, undulating. Those we wanted dispossessed, we made into monuments. Turned the old factories into loft apartments. And migrant labor into citizen children. Cairns form the good bones of the overbuild. Numeracy hides the bodies. We observe the remains of our days in state: lying bodily, or literary. Like a perfume sample, we pause to perceive records of life.
© Tolu Oloruntoba