The Power Of The Tongue Poem by Tony Adah

My words breath the air
Which the ink gushes on the paper
I watch the mountains
Sit on the ground where our huts
Stand like Lilliputs
Rivers crawl past like snakes
Clouds a pile of cotton bolls
I am drunken with words
And they stumble and fall on the
Floor of my mouth.
I am talking about the reeks
That pour on the world
My prolific tongue singing
Of nature's craft
The enormity of the wonders which
Man's hands run short of
The wonders that beat us to the
Knowledge that we claim
How long would it have taken man
To create a river with his urine?
Or mould a mountain like the pyramids
Losing their bricks now and then?
The tongue is unique in building
What it speaks for that's how
The world itself was made.