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Igbalajobi Rasheed Olasunkanmi

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Elevating
The cock crows
Shallow tears
Questions
Why

Elevating

In the land of the unknown
I rushed to my call
heated, in black and brown
eyes could even see through me
to the sight of the moon in the noon
planted no seed but could feel some grains though I rose on dark head gear like the whiteness of the coconut so was my hidden look at me, an out cast of myself the wind pierce heavily bleeding without tears what could this be horn, horn with dust of feet counted my legs to earlier ''called''
my mind could now sleep
just walking through the height of life

The cock crows

The cock has crow
after so many fuse of pure grains
it grows above the eagle claw, off the restless shore picking pin in the mud to see the cockerel grow

cock-a-doodle-doo, the cock crows
off the mother hen that cluck out
at the sight of stronger keen sighted
to her apron lies the cart
after sobbingly to the cadence of moo
ushering in babble of joy
in the midst of two
your eyes saw it through,
through the dirty, war front.

Shallow tears

Gloaming,the facet of life
Seamy,unwilling to the ear
Saw him yesterday,unthinkable
2We spoke not quite long inexplicable
I left him just now,unimaginable
Harvestation with no crop
Reorientation for this world
He cries,someday the snail will come off its shell Sorrow for eternity Joyous for eternity In two's thought of the mind In two's were in twos the journey of mankind.

Questions

Why the gap so widen
why as the pole fallen in between us
in the same world
Greens shoo the greens
you! oil that debase the Sunday clothes hand in hand makes us clean not to the hard-hearted of the jungle our strait lost it's bolt lemon squeezer bestow on me on their lips I have no bond on their horse I couldn't ride on my toes my thought went ride in my mind my guess came right if dogs could grease their palm if, Mr. couldn't be far if cats could play the tune if , mew, mew wouldn’t be heard soft hearted on line is it a cough to be poor is it a sin to be moored Tell me is it.

Why

Why didn't she cry
why didn’t she make that noise just like the others why! Why!!
Sobbed to the cadence of moo
Howl! Howl!! Never came
may be thy eyes could be tired
maybe thy feet would still be lifted high maybe little ones never sleep on arrival the dawn never duck heated in black and brown the windy cold seize her stay lift! thy hand off thy shoulder old tales are for the marine why the calabash ought dripped along with the waters the day had gone while the sun remains we're of flesh refusing to becoming one part just a beam, never saw, miles from been a conqueror the turtle left without the shell essence of life watery down the hills.