Ombuge M Moses

(Nairobi)

BONE'S PATTERNS POPPING RIBS


By Ombuge M moses

Bones an' ribs goes Popping
Popping by
Ribs form patterns, skeletons alike
Meat goes hiding,
dry and bony

Ribs patterns goes forming
Forming by

Energy goes weak
Weakens by

Sickness comes calling
Calling by

No food persisting
Persists by

Children goes unconscious
Dead dry

Death carry them weary
In coma dead asleep

Children wake up in spirits dry
Dead dry no food for termites
No energy in spirits dead
To convince termite why dry
Termites convene weak
No food for termite colony

Bones an' ribs goes on popping
In life death and spirit
Popping by

Submitted: Saturday, October 08, 2011
Edited: Saturday, October 08, 2011
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