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 © | Year Posted 2020

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