Through The Lens Poem by Wekpe Ogheneruru

**THROUGH THE LENS**

a balmy breeze glides the west
crows circle prey deep in the sky
mist falls like dew

the smoked mountain trails the cloud
on top of a blue city like rapture
a child beats his bucket with a stick

a song suites the wayfarer
as flies hums like a generator
the world's weight rests on my chest

a baby weeps then turns to a boy then
a man, the boy grows his wings from a playground.
the man clips his dreams and turns grey.