Out Of The Person, I Once Knew Poem by Kenneth Chukwunonso Ofuani

Out of the person, I once knew
The universe has remained
With or without me and you
Where dozens want to understand
What the rest have studied to know
The mystery behind birth and loneliness
Grown hairs the Lord has counted
It is not untidy I've said you said no it is
They offered a bottle of small stout
Which I have accepted and shared from
Now we will tie him to a stake a voice said
And use the broken bottle to do the removing
Hairs that the Lord God has counted
That will become the talk of the town if you do
On and on the talking hit a breaking point
Of people getting bored realizing that
One look has never been any's business
Except we tend to love
We actually do and it hurts
Wanting to care more than the bereaved
Helpful only to dry up the last drop of tears
Until we learn to wipe our tears ourselves
We will be hardened up to no good
Save thy tears and dance with the bereaved
Indeed it will console and puts together
The much from a broken piece
Out of the person, I once knew
As humans who are emotional
Who might have crossed the lines
From home still going home
Where were the occasions
Was I dressed for church or for a class
Or doing this my thing like a song my way
Outside of a studio to arouse curiosity
Was I working holding a simple farm tool
Are these now the strange of strange times
Or words running in the same direction
Enough to deny the neighbors sleep
Who in this world is yet to grow up shall
turning yourself into
There's no room for being polite
Only that I'll be me and you'll be you
Out of the person, I once knew