Eyes On The Easier Way - Poem by Haruna Garba
In the first instant,
the feet asked horse to do him a favor,
then lazed in the obsolete tricar
and kept at it
until it has found a flying horse.
The eye had no immediate refuge
accept the hand
and this gave the focus
until such a time the invisible was seen.
Hard it has so become a trip to the bed,
that one needs a shot
along the heavens searching stairs.
How come people should laze
such that they would rather press buttons
than push pen-
instruct robots rather than stretch arms?
How come people should tip loads
rather than shove shovels?
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