Jonathan Nwankwo


Beauty On Gurney - Poem by Jonathan Nwankwo

Queen, in your tender,
Those apples on your chaste
To my face pointing were
But now to the ground point!

That face ridged with age
Forming wrinkly crumbling wall
When still on youthful page
My resisting gaze pull’!

Those buttocks floppy-flipping
Turning to droll dross
Were mild to the mid-riff of thy fare maiden,
Crapping into eyes of lads!

Just some air filling’ releasing
Of the life-bearing balloon
The whole charms on the wall hanging
To death were frozen!

Why vest the wonder
As the crazily racing beauty
Which formally embraced my hunger
Is lying on patients’ gurney?

Why brag a banjo-boast
Like bees in hollow log
Buzzing round prat precinct
Priding un-lathered clog?

Rightly, Holy Writ rant’:
Man’s life is like a mist;
Morning blesses the beam,
Dusk drums its doom!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010



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