by Olaniyi Adekanye
Even when the
moving eyes
Effect their
coyness of denial
The watching moon
was my witness
The scorching sun
also autographed
The sweeping rain
left uncertain scars
The scattering wing
garnered nothing
From the
four-corners
"Don’t we have
people up there?"
I asked the ageing
father
The ageing breath
chorused misery
"We are
walking without legs, my child."
Was after a l-o-n-g
l-o-n-g silence
My heart became
busy...
"And we climb
the ladder without the rungs."
And my being was
still-life
"God wards off
the tormenting flies
For the tail-less
cow."
That tilted my
passive aggression
That He steers the
man
And not the people
up there.
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