to the weedy farm
(Sun and Moon at a twilight reunion)
...and died not
...and the conceived son
from the drunk communion
was not a toad-cow...
reflects the contents of the mind...
harbours the deeds of the body...
surely begets a crab
You sow what you reaped
the farming season before...
Then he saw no heavens
...but a vast emptiness
He felt his feet suspend in space
the Lotus-Eater cum Palm-Wine Gulper
He sang songs of lamentations
beneath the palm-wine seller's shed
Broke his neck
His son has a bottle in his back pocket
a stoic man to succeed his father
...and he has his father's Drunk Chromosomes
He is his father
moulted into prime youthfulness
to continue plying his trade
and be the gods' embodiment of advice
copyright 2005 by Nana Fredua-Agyeman
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