Poerama – poem

by suleimanharuna



It’s shrapnel,

And don’t

Shrug at me’

‘But sir…’

‘Don’t sir me!

That’s no sliver.

I know shrapnel.

My father’s wife’s

Cousin’s friend

Was a soldier.

So I know all.

And hold!

Aren’t we all soldiers?’

‘But look closely sir…’

‘I’m not blind!

Methinks it’s a bomb

Meant to blow me

To blithering pieces,

But it missed me,

I must pour libation to the Gods’