Wait Death

Wait Death When in a hurriedly hurricane An egg expounding hope Slips, falls and cracks open The mother bird stands helpless Shall she weep for a child to come? As if the invidious kite has done The evil she witnesses When a green growing fruit drops It has denied a man its joy It’s tree mother the fulfilling joy Even in the face of drought The planted seed cries for rain When an owl sings In the daylight Again, a soul, a young soul goes With bitterness and languish Causing and abusing fate He designs to renovate the Milky Way A golden egg of a cock Even the Angels Strike Remorselessly death prepares for another Do not dig out the yam in May For you shall eat but okra- like yam