A Tale For No Ear Poem by Pat Ashinze

Ladies and gentlemen, Alive and Dead
I'll tell you a story I know nothing about
You need not hear it, just listen instead
It's a true tale, false within and without

On a bright day, in the dead of the night
The Sun rose late, from great West's side
Back to back, two men faced each other
Hands pocketed, they shot one another

A lame man ran to the bloodshed funfair
His numb legs sprinting fast like a big hare
'Oh God, No! ! ' exclaimed a dumb woman
'Call the Thieves! ' said a wise policeman

A deaf medical doctor heard the gunshot
From his clinic, situated near a dung spot
He was busy, counselling a barren mother
Off he hurried fast, crawling down the River

This I saw, with an inebriate mind; sane and able
Watching it all from the corner of my round table
I grabbed a hot drink, fresh from the refrigerator
Pulled up a chair and sat on the bare, cold floor

This is the conclusion of my endless story
If you have any doubts, don't file a query
You could just ask the blind man if it's true
I tell you folks, He saw it all happen too! .

© Pat Ashinze