GOSSIPS DWELL IN GUTTERS

by Rowland C. Amaefula
(Grahamstown, Eastern Cape, South Africa )

GOSSIPS DWELL IN GUTTERS

Same people.
Same accusers.
Same songs.
Old songs.
Long boring rhythms.
Contrapuntal rhythms:
no head, no tail;
no joy, no pain.
Deadened.
Dead.

In sum,
same accusers
simply want to be you.
Same you.
Same image.
Same image they 'blackened'.
What a world!
What a life!

Pay no heed.
It makes them bleed.
While they laugh,
Weave your graph.
Diligence.
Silence.
Are your roof.
Your only proof.

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