By
Kofi Acquah
Restless Ghost
In the dingy tunnel of a dungeon I fumbled
For she stood tall
Oozing blood from her cheeks and ankles
Who has slayed the predicted hunting soul?
Who early deserted her home,
To come back from the dome of disciplined tomb?
Here I stand now from toe to sole
To shiver before this restless soul
The feet fear the heard
And torment the night bed as she roams
Go
with your coiling fingernails
Your shadow sickens the gay
Children are daily afraid
For when you are gone
The cracks on our floors
Shall never reflect in shame
Stuck to the fetish
His eye watches
when grandpa incantates
Swallowing seeds like the sick and pills
He leaves these memories
On his smart brains
then at a tender age
he says;
Fortify me
To escape
Bath me, O’ bath me
So I could flee
Tied to his waist; an amulet
Talisman
resting below his abdomen
Soft ribs
now gather courage
moments after his shadow
Enemies wallow
He claims ownership
of things he never owes
For who dares test his throat?
while he,
now the gods’ home
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