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Murder At Dawn
Setting forth at dawn
Promised the marvels of adventure
Yet in a naked dawn
Of fleece cottoned morn.
Right foot for joy, left, dread
Mother prayed
Child, may you never walk
When the earth waits, famished
But it forgot to avail.
Confronted by this appaling image
The replica of an incubus
The alert of mortality
Accusing me of treading the earth
Bludgeoned me with fists, furious
Suddenly, the cartridge has lost
Its son, and my mother, hers.
The land, afterwards
Was kind enough to eat me
And with gentle sips
In tumbler, with straws
Drink my chill blood.
© Yomi Omokehinde
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