Complement of the season
INCISIONS FROM MATTHEW’S CANE
When we heard sizzling at our window panes,
We rushed out with our bowls to collect water,
Until Mathew hurry towards us with his cane,
Eyes filled with lightenings flashing through our hearts
Feeding us fear….
Matthew screamed and screamed thunderbolts,
We rushed inside the house, our rooms became pools,
Our beds weigh than death from their drink of flood,
Matthew shed no tears,
He yawned and threw our roof to my friend’s chest
Poor friend, packing her mum’s clothes from the rope
I embraced my sister in the stilled waters,
We watched Matthew stole our clothes, transport them to the ports,
Our books softer, quaking and quaking, having drunk to stupor,
Oh! The house rats are having smooth sails around the rooms
The strokes of rain beat our foreheads
We thought they would break….
We await Mama who had been hawking since
When the sun rose,
We saw her scarf,dancing on the flowing waters,
where is she?
We found her groundnuts swimming the waters
She was there, lying amidst the waters
Oh! She must have been very cold….
My sister tapped her to wake up….
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