DREAM IMMIGRANT

                                                  

                                        Dream Immigrant

                                                       

                                              [A Poem]

That dream of mine came true

In a dream last night.

But it was not a dream-come-true.

A nightmare!

No recollection of the trouble

Such a trip affords

As I ambled along the pavement,

Nay, sidewalk

Nor of my first and second jobs

Though I enjoyed their stillbirths.

I was fired for my infectious ineptitude.

My mulatto partner filed for a divorce

I believe before the end

Of the same day she arranged

To marry ‘poor thing’, me!

I no more hated the obtuse, nondescript

Faces of brisk pedestrian robots

At least not as much as I hated

The cold nights and nightmares

In which I grope for home.

                                                          ©Uche Aniagu