Your looks book a hook
…that cook a thought
…in my crannies’ nooks
Let me guess
…aiming your hidden arrow
…at my sheltered target?
Try it
…and you’ll see that
…ɛkpɛ lɛ ɛkpɛ dzi
Your teeth are on a happy demonstration?
Gbɛgblɛvi!
II
Many hunts have registered their can’t
…around this game seductive tent
I can name a fallen elephant
…a broken lion
…a bruised tiger
…a wingless eagle
…a dead dog
…a scattered goat
…and a burnt sheep
And you stand there with your shoulder catapult
…and your bow in arrow
…acting dove?
Goliath’s David still remains a book character
…since the Bible’s written end
You come and try it
…and you’ll see that
…ɛkpɛ lɛ ɛkpɛ dzi
Your teeth are on a happy parade?
Gbɛgblɛvi!
III
Your hour can turn sour
Your male can turn pale in a fail so stale
Your smile can easily complain of bile
You baby can carry not the lady you study
…so hard to have
So turn around the bend of the burn
…and run
Because your stone can’t fetch the bone you gauge
Gbɛgblɛvi!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 13, 2019
