I Wonder Where The Bruise Came Poem by abbas abubakar

I wonder where the bruise came

I that comand the birds to wash my dish
Walked with stainless feet on glossy pitch
Spoke in rythm of kings
Now become a flab on rotten branch
Of a desolate tree
I wonder where the bruise came

The world now wash my feet in mud
And greet me with mockery winds
They spiked their cracked voices
Pouring spittle on my bread
My nest, a torism of shame
I wonder where the bruise came

I stand in the middle
Watching unfathomed episodes
Like a warrior abashed by sword
I asked in confusion
Where is my cap