Thursday, June 20, 2013.
out the caked earth crust
clod jumping behind your back
out the rusty metal
shrouds the purest juice
orbs gawk at the varicose veins
through quivering fingers and moldy nails
the thenar in red hue blisters eroding the palm lines
the heat of the yellow flame is your sooty spine curved
out drenched skinny buttocks
colored rain in tiny droplets fall from your wrinkled temple
SEASONS AFTER SEASONS
leaves have glistened with bubbling waters
leaves have floated with the whirlwind
the plowing never stops
the watering never stops
a harvest that may never come
hands must toil the earth
put morsel in mouths
moisten dried wells.
Jennifer N. Mbunabo is a writer and lives in Lagos, Nigeria.