Poem Hunter
(1965 / Abor, Volta Region, Ghana)


because I carry a smile everyday
whirl and dance my eyes
across the breast of your Corridors
you don’t know I cry

because I wound my arms round you
breathe and kiss the soggy air
in your dusty Garden
you don’t know I have tears

because I dance
on those glassy shattering
strewn across my path
yet laugh and embrace your empty hands
you don’t know I die

because you don’t know
why I’m quiet when I crumble and tumble
yet I swirl and trail behind you
let me tell you the truth

those birds only nest in churches
but to find them elsewhere
like innocent flowers they hid
serpents in their buds
and their daggers is not of the mind

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