An Invocation
An Invocation
Owusu Ansah!
He birthed water
it retained its wetness
the water was not licked
dry.
Break your wooden confines!
Get out!
Get off!
Get up!
Shake off the
Pincers,
the vein grippers.
Come Back!
Madam,
they go deaf,
that is the price
they pay
for desertion.
They cannot hear
or won’t hear.
Suddenly!
A warm moving mass
of agility. Passion. boundless energy
becomes
STIFF. COLD. UNMOVING. ALIEN.
Copyright © Obenewaa Danquah | Year Posted 2020
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