CLEANER

The fingers traveling through the Korley Gonno of the nose
The hand weeding through the hidden land of the waist
The finger sweeping out debris of the eyes
Those hands blocking guttered whirlwind of sneezes from the nose and mouth
Those same hands scooping sweats in rains to a skin dryness
Ah the hands getting wet from the parting and holding
…for your wayside weeweeing
Why do you extend that for a greeting
When you know many germs are home to our body shedding?

II
Be self aware
In this mingling midst
Be others conscious
In this polite seeking mode
Be considerate to others comfort
We are densely hypocritical
… I know
Because dirt is what we are
But dirt is what we fear
Still, dirt can drive us faster to tombs
Than we did get into wombs
So try a cleaner you
For a saner we
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 6, 2019

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