Kousse the Drunkard

Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/submit_poems.aspx Once in the village of Daka in Burkina Faso, Lived Koussé the incorrigible drunkard Very popular was he that his presence was necessary In all the ceremonies and feasts and meetings, Wifeless and childless and houseless and penniless was he But was feared and respected and admired by all. He is sharp tongued and short tempered And knows all the secret and history of everyone, I shall never die till I’ve revealed all your abominations, And witchcraft and adulterous acts! He’d say Go away Koussé! You’ve drunk your brain And chewed your sense! Yes! I’ve nothing but my senseless boneless rotten baldhead. He died one rainy midnight lonely and miserably With a calabash full of alcohol beside his corpse, Koussé is gone! Some shouted and danced; All the hidden secrets and history and abominations Still remains in the village of Daka up till this day. Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/submit_poems.aspx