The Nays Have It Poem by A A Umar Udubo
The Nays Have It
Our house
Red
Hot
Is
Matte
And, father (who smiles freedom)
A little "torpid"
Taciturn
I carry
My
Fa
Mi
Ly
On
Rachis
Across
This noc
Turnal
Lagoon
I
am
flat
To
The roar
the black river... a glare
Waving me
My
Fa
Mi
Ly, (human family)
To
The embrace
Of a forlorn
Shore
Our Red House
Is but
A convenient metaphor
I see
A hammering Pharaoh
Nailing Babymoses
Our Elixir
Under the dome of a bantering haze
We
Jolly people
Laugh
At the seams of hope
And soft claws of a looming doom
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5/4/2024 11:32:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
To The embrace Of a forlorn Shore... i carry my family........ seams of hope and soft claws... of doom........ dear poet your thinking is fantastic and presentation and the use of words is very original....... thank u. tony