Earthen Pot
Intoxicate me with thy soul food
Forlorn a wondering heart
Of subtle substance
Hung on a tree trunk
My jar of wit is overflowing
Across the seven Earth I know of
Touching them to life
Now the sacred pipes are let loose
To tap like never before
From the enormous tree trunk
The shanty town of my utmost being
Like beehive on their newfound prey
Gasping for breath becomes my lot
My destiny, our destiny
Copyright © Ifediora Okiche | Year Posted 2005
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