Wednesday 21 January 2015

I WASN'T HE WHO CHOPPED THE TREE

I wasn’t he who chopped the tree,
Amadioha.
Why have thou cursed me?
The Ogene bounces off the sides of the mounts,
Horns and flutes purr at the heart of still waters...
Why am I in the way of a burst cistern?
Waves disturbs the calm of my dreams;
Of trickles come from the cistern’s cracks.
Why am I the cursed of them all?
Off they run to Nkwobi’s warm bossom,
Salted. The alligator pepper well done!
But upon shards of glass my heart is thrust