Will You Kill Him For Me? Poem by Goodness Tchibueze

Have you not been a regular victim
Of a touch-and-die affair,
Which laps and droops
With every little touch of hurt,
And spreads out reluctantly
When it feels some easement?
Knowing how earnestly you crave
The warmth suffusion of the sun,
How long must you continue in this state?
Yours has been a detach-and-stick-back affair:
Like a glass broken into uneven halves,
Any attempt to stick it back
Would leave an after-tag of brokenness,
Unless a recycling.
But affairs can not be recycled
Once broken, except that some
Mending could be made.
How long must nervousness tickle
Your entire whole with dread
When one soul threatens detachment!
How long must you forbear
The slimy push of adhesives
That try to bind you again,
Even when you know it's unhealthy?
How long must the night nurse your dreads,
And the sheet drown your tears?

I have been a very close admirer,
And a far-off spectator...
I am the panacea, which i know, you crave;
I may not come, and can not work
Except the other leaves.
Since this has not been,
Will you kill him for me?
Do not panic, i will show you
How to make it painless yet swift.
Channel your ears to my mouth
So that the wind will not disperse it
Abroad like a frail fleece.
Throw him into the dark pit of yesterday,
And cover him with the wet sands of today,
And tomorrow would be ours to cherish!
I would be the tarpaulin on love's abode
To keep you safe and secured,
I would shoulder your weakness
And lift you to the sphere of strength.
I can be that good eyes you are missing,
I can make those happydreams true,
If only you will kill him for me.