I Ask
Give me ten daggers of courage
for the journey into the jungle of fear
let me have seven furrowed- teeth of the lion
to bite the wayward testis of this beast
Clothe me with the armour of words
to house all the beads of boldness
to fight my flying pulse,
and dispel the errant dog of despair
I need the syringe from David’s veins
to sprint through life’s compost bed of bile,
and emerge, emerge
with the wreathe of dead foes in hands.
I ask, ask
for a kilobyte of Sango’s laughter
to leach envious hisses from boastful buccals
Copyright © Ndubuisi Martins | Year Posted 2015
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