It got so dark in Egypt.
How dark they’re shouting
from the audience.
I’d like to press the invert button
on this piece of paper to show you.
But even then there’d be
specs of light where the letters
give you false hope. The one
where you couldn’t move
from your place for three days.
Imagine how dark it became
in your stomach.
Too many poems use the word
dark. Or maybe we needed one more.
It’s embarrassing to be sheltered
in a speck of light, when
outside the door, They’re about
to take the children away.