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
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2019
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