Life and Death
Dusty fingers feed my belly
From dusk to dawn
My fingers crawl en mass
Just to ensure my belly never run
Out of dusty fingers
Fingers dusty from
Dawn to dusk
Dusk to dawn
It now dawned on me
That my belly wants no more
Cos it's filled with dust
For both the finger and the belly
Are back to dust
Dusted .
Copyright © Olumuyiwa Onaf | Year Posted 2017
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