CRIPPLED MAGICIAN by: Olaseni Kehinde Precious

Written by Editor

Thou crippled magician, that shakes infant with arms and legs;
On that day when he defiles his tongue with the water beneath the sky
This magician is like a baby that never changes dress
The Sun smiles, Moon sleeps, rain drums;
Yet its roof neither birth a leaf nor fruit
Oh ye crippled magician!
That never pay homage to the voice of water

When your legs hisses at the door of man,
In folds footsteps trails like a graveyard
His eyes then walk backward to see his hearts,
But only to see vaccum feasting on his dinning table

When your legs smile towards the door of man,
You transform graveyard to a market
And make darkness begin to glow teeth with ulcerous heart
Light and darkness become birds

One thing I speak with my heart and pen with my mouth on this great day,
That ye may baptize my head daily with vegetables and my eyes never to carelessly abort
to see its legs walk daintly from the moon in a trapped room made of leaves
Then kiss your back on my pleasing surface of a knitted fiber, folded and stuffed
and your back be drawn to it when you step from within to tinkle.

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.