Did you ever think?
How it would be like to see them drown
the painted philosopher’s dream.
It came true within those circles.
We love the puzzles, how the green leaves came to gold
Is it like the teens of the 60’s?
bows and blouses all sewn to fit
merry and merrily he went round
catching every fire that lit in the fog
my tricycle I left to tire through thick shrubs, again.
How would you know?
when preachers preach what they do
call their guilt true with words impure
Ploughing the congregation’s thoughts as far as east
say “I’ll bow”
and shadows before they begin judging
You ought to show me, loud and as crystal
I landed this moment, I praised this hour
not the witty tone, the voices nor confusion
applaud me in my circles and whispers, Let me be seen in the unseen
in the midst of the waves of shouts, with the horns of touts
Hovering and horning out loud.
Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2015.