The goat painted red

The town, until it ended up dead

Leaving its huge bread


It wore it all

And all unlike poles took the fall

Until that nasty call


The knife watched as it grew

Time bit and fanned it as it grew

It felt not the wings of time as it flew


An occasion is all it took

For all eyes to have a look

And for all minds to have it booked


Where did it all go?

The many things and beautiful flow?

It would’ve been better if it lived

It would’ve lived longer

Although slimmer and spared itself the tip of cruel knife

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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