I Will Read My Poem Poem by Tony Adah

Wherever the wind blows
I will go there
Our state has become
A family heritage

On Saturdays
The eagles gather
And taunt the beggarly vultures
How they perch bald headed
Waiting for crumbs.
The crows are singing
In their piebald plumes
Clapping, jumping, dancing

The big eagle struts
With a strong beak
It has borrowed the tongue
Of the parrot
Singing dirges of his deeds,
The beak of the pecker
And will bury the mother
In a huged pecked rock.

Wherever the wind goes
A storm is on its way
By that time
When it shatters,
When the flood comes
When everywhere is a tsunami
I will read my poem.