AFA

Pol Ndu

 Here again, worshipper,

I bend low and whisper:

 

when rain was gone

and sun over-spent hours

in violent evenings

hoes hung  brown on low eaves;

 

now pilgrim birds troop across the dimmed horison,

bereaved kites abandon smoky fields

into  tunes of frustrated loneliness

 

tell me, my sky – god,

what holds back the rain.

 

US - Africa Literary Foundation

US
Chimdi Maduagwu, PhD
Executive Director
US-Africa Writers Foundation
Info@us-alf.org
AFRICA
Dr. Bode Osanyin
Chairman, Department of Creative Arts
University of Lagos
Department of Creative Arts
Akoka, Yaba
Lagos, Nigeria
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