Job Ombati Poems

CONFUSION
Few are the confusions
like that of a dog on funeral day.
So many feet, so many sombre faces.
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He clutches the bottle firmly.
Sometimes when out of hand,
he caresses it.
Softly as he could maiden love.
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SCAVENGER LOVE
Man scavenger.
Bird scavanger.
Animal scavanger.
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MY FRIEND KYEVA F KYALO
Few strutted the academic landscape like did you.
Softly but indelible steps left
that years later your efforts
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BEFORE THEE I COME
On bended knees I cometh.
Without mascara;
no pedicure
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My brother Robert
I mourn you my brother
Good to me you were during your day.
Now that night has come and you've retired;
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It's too morning
And my bones creak in utter defiance.
My eyes the more evasive to light.
I won't wake up,
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I have loved for nothing.
Visited markets and bought basketfuls of food,
for a stubborn heart.
Lengths and lengths of cloth,
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You say I am slim and Sexy.
Drinkable.
Holdable.
But I despise you, you obstreperous fool!
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I today lay my iniquity bare.
For all to bear.
So overt in your glare.
That my heart so strain.
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