The Metamorphosis Of Ijeh Poem by David Ugba

Ask not when, man
Wrapped in dumbness
Along an endless day
Ask not when, man
Sobbing in the rooms of days
For the frogs shall croak and go
And the lame shall crawl and walk
Still brother,
Ask not when
Along an endless day.

Ask not when
For the afternoons shall light their eyes
On the standing mirror of destiny
And the weeping stars shall wipe their tears
On the handsome visage of the moonlit skies

Ask not when
For we carry each his beauty
Like a fragrance in the soul
Still brother,
Ask not when
Along an endless day

Ask not when
For ours are destinies
Tied to our souls
Like sweet potato
In a Sudanese woman’s mouth.

Govern the sky of your soul, man
…Ask the moonlight
How it governs the sky of her lovely skirt.