Vanilla, I scream! My pitch high scream! to your taste and belly
With a dognose put off by airborne fowl…of heaven
Still the true tale cowered not from a helly sheath
And soon the air is clear of the fowls of the heaven
To the joyful end of the angelic tale…
And this is for V. who foreshadowed
John the Baptist bow for the canker of Judass….
Copyright © 2018 My Pitch High Scream by Simpa Omoluabi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem