​IN YOUR GARDEN

In your scented garden 
You left many flowers

Maybe for your precious lavenders

Maybe to heal foul scents

Maybe to sooth the thirst of precious birds in their prime

Maybe to multiply and beautify the land

But the harvesters of scents have been harvesting the nectar

Before they blossom to bless the temples of noses


II

The lavender harvesters now sit

Looking for perfected flowers to work with

And realize they are all scentless

Yet they stand tall

Their egos hanging as their badges of honour

Claiming no knowledge of the disaster

While stepping on the dead pride of all your fallen flowers

Whose teeth of thorns roar voiceless

In the death of their pride

Where are the eyes you left in watch?


III

How legs meant to protect have turned bees

Fetching nectars through unformed hymens

Beats my imagination

How those same pretentious legs

Search for full and ripe nectars to crown their egos

Sits on the thoughts of my mind 

How you, who sees it all, stand the pretention

Now acts like a dog, chasing the meat in my head


IV

Your garden now reeks of filth

Your flowers turned mere weeds

Calling for your hoes even in fear of death

What kind of farmer at thou?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©September 30, 2017

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