The melting pot of destruction

By Josiane Kouagheu

The melting pot of destruction (iv )
March 27, 2026. Cité de Billes.
Douala. Cameroon. the darkness.
like doorbells’ ears. they clothe the
eyes of my photos and the loads of
Mes videos. and they slow down like
empty bottles. when they are hot, i cannot
back up the lens of my poetry. i only know
how to walk backwards. or to polish up
backwards. like the way my feed travels
through the test of time and fails. and you
can watch at the crossroads of my phone.
you will see the weapons of their guns. the
shadows of their company and their destruction.

Meet the Author

My work is the definition of orbit: it is the screenshot of what I feel.