Waiting
WAITING
From here my roost is not far
Only fogged. Yet paved with tar.
I am that teetered beast
Loose me , Awaiting me is a feast.
I hear that drum of my hide rumble,
And the flute of my bones waft
Tunes not humble,
That tune of my beginning
soporific yet ecstatic in singing
Sheer paroxysm!!!!
I am that carnivore,
This forage starves me…
Unbind me, see home awaits my return.
I’m through with my first death.
My second birth is close..
©Chikwado Nwattah. 2014
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