Even when the moving eyes
Effect their coyness of denial
...
The butterfly that thinks itself a bird
Help me tell it to it that
No mouse or bird
Can act like the bat
...
When our voices
our eyes
begin to meal
the ravenous underworld urchins
...
I am from Akure South Local Government Area of Ondo State, Nigeria. I badged a bachelors degree in English Studies from the Adekunle Ajasin University, Akunbga Akoko.I currently work as an editor in Kraftbooks Limited, Ibadan. I am single.)
We Are Walking Without Legs
Even when the moving eyes
Effect their coyness of denial
The watching moon was my witness
The scorching sun also autographed
The sweeping rain left uncertain scars
The scattering wing garnered nothing
From the four-corners
'Don't we have people up there? '
I asked the aging father
The aging breath chorused misery
'we are walking without legs, my child.'
Was after a l-o-n-g l-o-n-g silence
My heart became busy...
'And we climb the ladder without the rungs.'
And my being was still-life
'God wards off the tormenting flies
For the tailless cow.'
That tilted my passive aggression
That He steers the man
And not the people up there
These are wonderful piece, kip it up.