March 19th

I was born in the midst of used and abandoned chairs, dysfunctional disk jockeys, cardboards and waste. A half used match box here, a torn teddy there, a missing eye, its cotton stuffing spewing out its belly like guts. Unlike me someone loved it once. My origins, my parents, They couldn’t say according to the man in the news. Brought into the world an orphan, my existence troubled everything around me. My appearance was bad news to those who surrounded me-   though the latter, just like me   were now without parents and owners.                       Pondering on my makers I think they must have been total strangers to one another. Made of various elements and brought together by the forces of nature or per chance... No! Forbidden marriage by some fortuitous gust of wind. This very gust that nourished my growth to everyone’s dismay. I never eased out my mother’s womb. I materialized in this world and took my first breath of oxygen.... And then another, and then another, sweeter and sweeter, with each puff closer to the previous one until they were so close it seemed I was air myself. But I was not. The air I exhaled was foul and unwanted. I was unwillingly fed by my neighbors. I took from them the little their past owners had left them after years of rubbing, pushing, squeezing, throwing and grasping. I grew with every particle I could get. Selfishly, not asking, not caring, but growing by the minute, by the hour. A maverick, no one in town wished for my presence. They said in the news they had seen the likes of me before. Born in the same unknown conditions and with the same bad bleak future. Sometimes born to criminals. Coked-up, heart-broken pyromaniacs. Reaping havoc and ruin round about town. I grow bigger with time. In no time the world shall tremble at my scorching feet. I will incarnate Gargantua, taking man, woman, child, material indiscriminately until they control me. Until I am no more


NAkspopo