Mimicry
Out of a dark-wet laboratory,I came amputated.
To grab a world out of my grasp.
When all my limbs are halted,comes a "god"
Off stylomastoid foramen,
Praying-pass the ganglion of difficulty,
Wielding,five headed- sword;all for me.
Upon my genu, I hail thee.O almigthy,
"pes anserinius major"
By:Tutuola michael
Copyright © Tutuola Michael | Year Posted 2011
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