It Is A Rag Day

There is cacophony in the street
I am scared but it's just music at high pitch
The clanging of tins and the wearing of rags
And the painting of bodies and the begging for money
Where I am
A radio is carelessly throwing news
In the air and butterfly and singer machines
Sing their songs rolling clothes over
I am deaf
I am dead
In the dearth
Of quietude and I am sieving
Through the crowd home.

by Tony Adah

Comments (1)

Hey! Nicely written, although i wish you would continue. Thanks for sharing.