Escapee On The Hill Poem by Tony Adah

I am an old man
Age bent on my back
My third leg inanimate
I am but an evening prim rose
Of luxuriant freshness on a hill.

What I eat, you do not eat
What I drink, you do not drink
What I see, you do not see
What I hear, you do not hear
From the elevation of this hill
I am sitting on reality not fantasy.

I am an evangelist on the hill
Down where you are
I hear cervical, breast and prostrate cancers
This was not the tone of the song
I heard when I was down there
The sweetness of the things of the world
In your body is the bitterness of the ailments.

I can see you struggling by the escarpments
But I have acquired the escape velocity
From your earthbound sweetness
And in this vers libre
I enjoin you to try my recipe.