The beginning of bad thoughts
Marked the end of harmless nakedness
That I know
II
The beginning of birth
Birthed the beginning of death
That too I know
III
The beginning of want
Dug the endlessness of need
Well, took a while to harvest that on the tree of thought
IV
Greed is sometimes a seed of need
Which felt thirst in the belly of hearts
And was boxed by hunger into anger in the loam of minds
V
What has turned puzzle
Wriggling its weight on my mind
Is what turns them snakes to bite themselves
Chewing some and hiding much under their land
Do they need the dawn of death
To see the handiwork of disaster
In their signature on themselves?
Chai! Common sense seems to hang on higher skies
To hearts in hurry for much
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) September 13, 2017
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