Monday, 3 May 2010

POEM: Last laugh

Last laugh


The goat with a slit throat,

tongue lolls, blood droplets

form burnt skin blisters

on baked Omoba soil.


My witchdoctor grandfather

cuts up the carcass, spending hours

cleaning, praying and cutting

as the stink of goat douses the air.


Seven-year-old eyes transfixed

by the smirk on the goat’s face.

This sufferer with mirth

as his song – has he breathed

his last chuckle, or has Imo miri

thrown him a lifeline?



*Imo miri - God of the Sea



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2 comments:

Lilly Jones said...

hmmmm, depressing in an odd way. Who is one to feel more sorry for? The goat or the child... or even the grandfather?

LJ

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