“The Caves Beneath Walter Library” | Mustapha Jallow | Poetry

The Caves Beneath Walter Library

Mustapha Jallow

Reading through the volumes of serotonin capstones theorizing how heads of gold stood on shoulders made of flesh and sand. Thesis statements which crumbled into themselves beneath archive weekend visits. Comparing the neutral degrees of education. Serving both coffee and flies with mounting distractions while using the meantime to make friends with the hungry mice plagued by arthritis and the bats who slept so educated cocooned in dust webs.