Friday, January 14, 2011

Every Piece Shall Go, These Impartial Cleaners

I was scheduled to review Jack Mapanje's anthology The Chattering Wagtails of Mikuyu Prison. Unfortunately, I left the book home while coming to work. Besides, my Nokia N95's modem is not working anymore; hence, I am 'net-less' at home.

Since today is a Friday and I may not post over the weekend, I cannot leave work without a blog post knowing that if I do it would take another three days for me to post. Therefore, I am posting the first poem I wrote in 2011. It is still a Work In Progress, at least until it is fully published.

And The Man with his cowries shall,
Piece by piece like the beggar
Whom he booted, shot and killed
When his grumbling intestines
Silenced his eyes to beg a tinkling coin,

Be gleaned clean from his essence
Ingested, digested, and shitted into his
Primeval origins – a shadow would
Elongate, shrivel, or run with the light
But always, as all things in end,
Returns to its source.



  1. "and shitted into his Primeval origins" - wow! Man, you really did write this! My day is made!

  2. @Blodeuedd: glad you like it. Life is always dark, sparing no one with it too.

  3. Interesting! A very dark poem is right. I'm glad you shared with us.


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