I
spat on the world from between my gums, Shouted
at the moon from between my lungs,
Hooted
at the chirrupy mermaid of the dusk...clever
lad of goddam tribe!
Then
came the winds, flushing hearts,The
rains came, drenching all their mirth,
Came
thunder scattering all irrelevance..happy
child of the new testament!
There
were tears, then, when I was born, There
were aches, too, when I was born
Tears
to drop, and hearts to ache, No
brains to pry, no minds to try
Where,
when I was born. So
take, take me away!
Send,
send me away!
Let
the gold I loved which never was Delude
its glory-minded prodigy.
Send,
O send me away!
By: Micheal Echeruo
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