Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

January 16, 1968 - Umuahia, Nigeria
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The Farmer’s Rain

In clots they come,
Jetting down festers of
The mean clouds that soar even higher.

Down here, the feet of the soil are mere clod.

Furnace rules upon the face of the waves,
Brewed and distilled from faceless chimneys.
The farmer’s rain is abroad.
Drought yawns with anger among the choir of
Desolate rainclouds.

Skeletal drops.
Measured in fingertips,
They drip wastefully on the teeth of the tarnished hoe.

A cloudburst comes to nothing as nightfall
Descends upon lean, famished thresholds
Laid waste by a running lightning.
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