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Nov 14, 2018 | Poem

Poem: O. U. T Once Upon [a] Time

By Kofi Acquah
Poem: O. U. T Once Upon [a] Time

.Mud walls cried with me
Moon kept descending seven
Night passed at serving
Spittle dried without pitty the burden

Voice choked at hunger sundown

She is wrinkled to age
Just eye on her to sink sorrows

In the heart, in the brains
O'! There me to hollow
See. . .
A clapping butterfly
Didn't dare my sorrows
I watched her feet in afternoon dirt

& pierced my heart with the earth

Let die the palm & wine like a tapper

& only the shoulder will be left

... in death
No guard— no gourd— no gad

Everyday rolled
Even envy paid role
& I was there. Last night too was dread

Everywhere black
But I was deep down to red
Pump & pump, no water drops
My feet burst ashamed
My sole threatened my soul
I am O.U.T
Once Upon [a] Time was in a hole.

©Kofi Acquah [K.∆\], 2018

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