EMPTY POUNDINGS (ADULT POETRY)

Pestle and mortar stay afar

Until cassava and yam are well boiled

They always meet to melt their guests

To create a version smooth to savour

II

The pestle will be foolish to hit it empty

As that will call for their untimely bursts

But here I hear tears of fears

Of the blasts of mortars and pestles

III

Why do they so behave?

Like they know no duties of pounding

When the creator did tutor by default

And gave such wisdom as to its good and bad

IV

Epeee epaaa

Pom pom pom

Pound away

But be prepared to be slayed

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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