The Sloth
His life is an epic
He is the one person who opens wares an hour after the market
He comes to town a day after the fair
He "holds hard" after the shot has left the gun
He locks the stable after the herd is all gone
He won't die, though he is of no use alive
He is Mr. everything married to Mrs. nothing
They cover their well after their children are drowned and left in the deep
They are busy ploughing the air when their field is waist high in weed
Busy! They are at the old farm
Bringing up buckets of water
After the last pillar of thier house is burnt down
Copyright © Gbenga Onalaja | Year Posted 2008
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