Sparrow perched on my head
Sparrow perched on my head;
whispered to me in the ear;
“Come let’s go to Virgin Island
I’ll carry you on my back.
and you will enjoy my turn
when I’m there right on your back.”
“Stop it,” I rebuked the mad bird
“How shall I conceive my babies?
by binary fusion?
is there Holy Spirit?
Devil, go away.
Never tempt someone’s mistress again.”
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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