by Chukwuma Anyaso

Created on: June 25, 2008

My Earth.

"well, hell's bells
i never heard ring,
i think i felt it tinkle once or thrice!
can't be sure though.
Ho! i know St.Valentine's rings loud
every hour,every feast,life and death".
No one brought roses,
its too pretty there in the meadows.
"Go there and worship" she said.
I love my Mama does she know?
low,low in my belly it burns
and the words are lost.
So we eat fish together under the ashy rafters,
She blows our fire,makes me feed the snifling dogs
more than bones.Sweet, sweet home.

Without takers who would give?
threshing pans need dirt to sieve.
Smile away my lucky dear,
your burdens lie light on a wise heart.
Wake me when darkness comes,
with joy i'ii escape into the gentle moon
of my Madonna womb.

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