IN THIS VERY WAKE

In this very wake
Some elephants are uprooting grass
Like angry farmers battling weeds
Under their precious crops
The only difference
Is they don’t turn back
To gather, eat or mulch
All they desire is to pass and kill with no apologies

II
In this very wake
Some antelopes feel their boneless grinds
In the mouths of lionesses and their youngs
Like they are their properties
To be used as they please
They do feel wronged and forget
The very grasses
Which grazed their tongues
And fed their growth
To be what they are in the canines of their brutal hosts

III
In this very wake
Dogs are howling at passing souls
Like thieves who have no reasons to ply earth
Forgetting they disturb the angry peacefuls
Who hover to flee
As eyes of their beloveds open in shutness
To their very essence
Well, one can give them credit
For making some thieves think
And scaring others off
Oh some must be pitied for joining those unseeables they bark off

IV
In this very wake
Some cats smooch the grounds
As cold holds through their furs and bite their fleshes
As others smooch their blankets
Some smooch their kinds like flirty guitars
As some are being smooched by higher fingers
Who seek other fingers but fetch the furs
As their yearnings linger
Great secret keepers they are
So they do deserve some pardon from Efos’ saucepans
And peace from puppet laddles
But who asked their meat to be tender and sweet
For the number nines who are great teachers and recruiters?

V
In this very wake
Some minds cry for rest
But gain chaotic peace for worries unneeded
Other minds rest peacefully
Occasionally being tapped to look for unfindable remedies
For their rested neighbours
Other minds can’t take the taunts and haunts
So drag their neighbours to wither for eternal peace

VI
In this very wake
Mouth of the earth tries to shut its eyes
And gag itself
But none of that is possible
As it has no lids
And has no voice
But they are happy lovers of all movies
Because of the bribe to taste it all
The good, the bad
The happy, the sad
The sane, the mad
And all that breathes have had
Now dawn shares their breezes with crowing cocks
In this very wake
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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