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.