ALZHEIMER FOR WITCHCRAFT

They were once fruits so green
On trees so powerful in thought
Feeding to be fed
Decorating to be watched
Thoughtful to all
Until age wiped their memory discs
Leaving their computers empty tins
For scrap dealers and legs of children
Now you watch like your comedy
Drawing conclusions in spiritisms?

II
No one knows where the vehicle
Of age will stop to offload
Its goods of life
No one knows when the creator
Will swipe the ripe scribe
Off minds on knowledge trees
Just as witches fly in myths
Ills walk in myths
None sees to dodge
None feels to dock
So bottle the ill

III
Bottle the ill with a ‘flying’ tag
Bottle the toiling with a ‘kayiri-kayiri’ label
Let sufferers turn ‘good comers’ but badly received
Pray not to be a fable
In a story with moral tables
Enhanced by your voice
Erected by your choice
At the stadium of gossip
Sipping the troubled bile
Is nothing I pray for
Not even for hounds
Hounding innocent souls into sad graves
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) September, 27, 2016