Pendulum
Sometime I wish I could kill in my sleep
The freshness of the raw meat is no more
The taste of the roasted yam
The ancestral spirits
Good and evil
The madness
The crude sensations
All but long forgotten
Broken
Where is the sweet era in the life of a man?
Tell me you’ve not lost it
When shall we get to land captain?
© Churchill Okonkwo 2009
