Ndimancho T Nyowikeh Poems

For you; I composed a poem, In the form of an apple tree.
A Yew Barries shape it reveals; Its stalks took away my verse, Its roots consumed my rhyme,
Its leaves drained my muse of urge.
Here am I, pursuing identification.
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Just as evil spirits flee
Into the bodies of swine,
So does the animal's gin deepen in you
A trait so rare, and yours alone.
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So, art thou happy now that I am in penury?
So, thy presence is naught but savagery?
Indeed, I have learnt the hardest way.
Right was Shakespeare when he penned:
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