“ALYOM…AKU…DEJAJ!!!”

“ALYOM…AKU…DEJAJ!!!”

On days they were having chicken
and the perimeter was insecure
I would repeat this

navigating their
perforated compound
in a red white and blue
Chevy LUV police truck
with the PA cranked
and wheels spitting gravel
in a high-speed drift.
“ALYOM…AKU…DEJAJ!!!”

 

“TODAY…WE ARE
HAVING… CHICKEN!!!”

They gave thanks
through the sand
in their teeth
I didn’t know the word
for mystery.