Bone Marrow Poem by Haruna Garba

Bone Marrow



Ben breaks barbecued bird's bone
He sucks the sap and slyly sups
The debris, in a fissure, he binds

If marrow shall lie in a furrow so narrow
Little sucking will settle the stalemate
Good thing that goo, many so call

Ask your slick self this quasi quest:
Where's the harbor of foods' invisible sidekicks?

Bone Marrow
Friday, June 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Haruna Garba

Haruna Garba

Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria
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