Nothing In Its Hands
nothing in its hand
nothing in its heart
nothing in its head
northwards it gapes
what if the arctic melts
and corona car is offered
to transport your things
My brother, where will hide
with your elastic hands?
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2020
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