THE GOD MOANS

The dogs seek preys!

These dogs want to hunt

But there’s no prey

The hunter, dog trainer

Now must suffer the venom

Of these dogs.

So now he moans, he moans

The dogs swoop on his treasured

Body parts. Now scattered in trillion bags.

The hunter seeks soul help

But oh! Who, who will deliver

The god from the might of it’s

Handiwork? Who? Who?

21:40, 7/10/2012, Legon.

Aniglida

I, Aniglida, am the dangerous serpent.

When we, the snakes of our forests

Take thirty-seven log strokes

From the hands of our enemies,

I walked safely home

While the rest of my generation

Ache and quake and cake in a cage

Of eternal death.

I am the most courageous soul;

All others may suffer comas

At the sight of one half of my woes

But since a hunter doesn’t say

All the mysteries of his art

I kept my secrets upon oath.

It is not cowardice

That mutes the cat

At the sight of events

That makes dogs bark with shameless thunders.

Let the gourd that thinks itself the greatest

Pay a visit to the riverside at dawn.

 30/5/2012 Lome, Togo.

Harvested Ash

In the deep womb of time

Are built silos of chime

When the tiger searches maize

In sprinting hunger haze

And dashes to the silos in a splash

Finds in them only ash

So let the limping lions lie

Let the dying dogs die

Let the melting magma melt

And let them not look up for help!

30/08/2012 Mafi- Kumase