Feared
The ghost in the hillside
hotly feared in the village
came in carrying her child
the only breast long and white
fell rolling on the floor
her child struggling to pick
With one arm, one leg
she slapped the child
kicked back breast to her chest
Caught in a tiny room, alone
there was no time to scream
no time to think creative escape
no time to pray to God
but to look on with begging eyes
and open mouth
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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