Poetry

HERE By Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi


Here where I am,
The sun is closer to the earth.
Here where I am,
Heat’s pestilential pencil punctuates
The hairs on daylight’s brows.

Noon frowns his fearful face,
Withers the pastures
To the weary earth.
Cattle care-less for the baldish planes,
Manage the garbage with the daring dog.

Farmers, bend your hoes astride,
Harvest the tears of the wailing stones;
Excavators, strike your diggers harder,
I vow the shame of a barren base!
At last, the land offers its ugliest!
This season is the toughest!

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