Ben Anyi Agwudagwu Poems

Another day has died in my hands
Everyone hurried.
Everyone was tethered in the labyrinth of wriggling out a living from the quick sands of time.
Everyone bashed everyone and everything on the way into dust,
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You sat year after year with bones eating up the flesh of your buttocks
Your fingers clasped the pen and the ink pot in a web of friendship.
Your energies to pour out your thoughts wrote out the ink pen into extinction
But the jar of ink and the fountain pen became one in the wedlock of innovation.
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