Protection Mistaken

Every morning will be glad for its noon Not a drying debris of a forgotten lagoon Where fishes fret, streamline too soon To swim deeper like us cowering in hustle; Mosquitoes chance on a scrotal hair- to shuttle, To srike is di- pain.Labourous fund's fumble Upon the rind and egg- shell. And proud yolk Aloofly dance, wiggling slippery tail, chalaza folk; Warm under pointy squeeze of teat of milk Puppies thrive. A pouch opens to hold Stuffs from a refined periphery. Was it mold The thrifty twilit and stories of old told? So this pouch remains warm to our body: We who its benevolence steadfastly try, study While we err and pride swerve us, gaudy. -c-Onyebuchi, 2011. 3rd Place in Brian's 'Any 2011 Poem' Contest.