Treasure Island

Akutor Kafui Akutor


The Searching Cheats


Whirls of the wind
sing
decades of familiar tunes
Enchroaching voices of old
whispering stories untold
Cold
the breeze
Our bodies freeze
The misplaced birds
they wail
they say
'We have lost our way'
We are to show them their way
We?
We point
They screech
'Where? ! '
We point again
And again
Then we tell them
We have lost our way too
but we know your way
Yet we don't want to tell
because we will need you
to wail
everlastingly
We... We will sail
all in search of the 'searcher'
If he comes to meet you as you wail
show him where to find us
should we meet him as we sail
we will, you
We will point as we did to you you a moment ago
We will say, 'There! '
and 'there' will lead us home
'And we? All alone? '
They squeak

Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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