The Blind Man Poem by David N. Munene

I saw him there; he stood and knocked
Just as I perceived, his knock unwelcome
For his silence seemed to the guard turbulent
As carbon Di, in a coke bottle cocked
The more he knocked, the closer the glass door would come
Like a piston pushing the truck-wheel to halts abrupt

I think the man at the gate
Locked him out for he was late
“But for what? ” I asked my dome
Or perhaps was full the room
No space for he that couldn’t see
Like fingerings getting the message: “full sea”

He cried out: “friend, let me in! ”
The guard “friend” thought that sin
So to his face, he put the glass lock in place
The blind man pleaded for grace
As against the glass door he knocked his face
The guard impertinently laughed at the space,
This that now stood betwixt them like a death trap
That which tasted on the blind man’s tongue like Hell-sap
But to the guard like Heavenly divine crap

I walked away
From the guard during the day
And from the blind man in his sight nightly.