Lamp

Lamp


Mustn’t you  cry
Or put your head down
Rid yourself of it now
Mustn’t it eat you alive 

A rotten soul never dies
It’s presence is fresh in our minds
The scars have healed
But the words survived 

Sweep the dust
Mustn’t you put the brush down
‘till its gone 
Mustn’t you linger in the dark
Hold up the lamp and walk the mile 

A good eye 
Sees plentiful harvest 
Yam, Manioc and plantain 
Pretty grass skirts
Beads and face paint 
A heated leaf
Wrapped with  spiderweb  around the leg 
To protect against malaria 

A good nose smells dawn’s  crisp, misty breath 

Shoots arms up, yawns and takes a breath 

A good ear , listens ‘till it’s done
Embracing warmth 

A good mouth
Helps prepare the day’s catch
And shares the batch 
Rotten is the fruit 
The enemy shares with you

Shall you know him
His capabilities 
Let you not be fooled 
For you will be doomed 




Marckincia Jean 
Free verse
09/14/19

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