Graham Ereks

November 30 - Nigeria,West Africa
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A Drunkard's Tears

Half-clad I pittled in the grown-old day,
Body boozed by a gazillion boozes.
I sauntered hither and thither zigzag
My destination I knew not, for my vision
Had been boozed and boozed.

I sauntered scalarly gibbering to my booze;
Oh what a feeling it was!
I came by a canis manacled and together we
Confabulated heart-to-heart.
I spent half the night at the Canis', I think.

Waking up in the middle of the night
I heard the sound of the bamboo stick that vomits fire;
Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!
'Could this be a dream?', I asked.
Then went a thousand booms the following seconds.
Ah! My spirit left me, for at that juncture I knew I'd died.

The booze scampered leaving me in solitude,
The canis calling his master by his name.
I was bemused, for I knew I was a corpse awaiting entombment.
I got up only to fall back down; spoke only to me unheard- I couldn't even hear myself.

I looked northward only to see the the natives scurrying higgledy-piggledy;
Speaking languages topsy-turvily;
The more I paid attention, the more I got jumbled;
Until I sighted my neighbour; my very neighbour.
'What's going on?' I asked.
'Unknown gunmen', he answered.
'And why're you soaked in blood?'
'I tried saving him but he still got hit', he answered forlornly.
Ah! I'm dead! Why my own son, Lord?
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