T Ebi Ken Jemine
Call The Street Writer - Poem by T Ebi Ken Jemine
Call the street-writer, the last man standing
In the next street, tell him
Mr Mouth couldn't write to them
He had joined them
Mrs Ear couldn't write to them
She had joined them
They are too many to write off now
Who will write this last letter to them.
The man of letters couldn't write it
The later-day-preacher couldn't write it
The high-ranking writers couldn't write it
The opinion leaders couldn't write it
Where is that wondering wonder man
In the streets of our wonderland?
Look for him in the corner of the street
Seek for her in the back of the house
Beg her, give him the blank sheet,
Ask him if he can write this last letter?
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