Defiling Weapon Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

No hole can be picked
Of the appearance as she appeared
Everything everywhere is right
In the right places of placement
Height, shape and size
Colour, courage and aura
Near perfect as perfection human can attain
To win approval of the most critic.

Then she opens her lid
Soft, smooth and sensuous
Expose a flaming sword, lashing
To exhale cloudy mass of venom
Arrogantly hot and steaming
In search of a surface to lay.

Woe betide the unfortunate
On whom the vapour condenses
The weapon from the dept of her
That defiles a physical elegance

(Monday 4th May,1998,2.30 pm)