Pound Of Flesh Poem by *Tony_Cemalukwuoo* Egbuonu

People think that people forget, that wounds heal fast,
Yes, but no; people seem to,
But prefer to move on
And away 'till a time
For impactful pound of flesh
As will a giant pounding pestle
Shatter a brittle content
In a big mother mortar;
Yes, in nne ukwu ikwe.

Yes, memories linger, forever last, Though we move on, they remain, Until the pound of flesh regains, Its force, like a pestle's mighty blow, Shattering calm, in a mortar's glow, In nne ukwu ikwe, the mighty mortar,