Imagining myself as a cloth wrought in black,
With buttons well arranged,
And the materials are sewn to the perfect size --
Colour, scent, pattern, and dimension,
Yes! Capturing the eyes of associates and the aliens.

Then from a remote distance, this heat,
It comes hurrying at me like heaven falling on earth;
Like a tiger ready to prey --I'm about to be gone.
The coming heat appears unknown, yet it gets nearer,
And hotter. This cloth is about to be devoured.
When the heat strikes, detriment was done.

CLOTH: I am the black realm;
The colour, scent, pattern and
dimension are my resources;
The heat was the western culture;
It came, unfit me —and the damage
was done.

The shape gowned in the cloth faded;
And the scented powder lavished on it evanesce;
With a deleterious frame, it was crowned,
Even the undaunted collar frowns
As it's worn like a barrel of trash!

© Aijinnahen Setonji Ludovic

Nice one, I like it.