MAN AT THE WAR FRONT

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I left it in the virgin orchard
I did so myself
Not by proxy
Nor by remote control
I put it away personally
Out of harm’s way
So that tomorrow
When my son grows up
And starts counting the colours of the rainbow
He can also stoop and conquer
And bring home all his men
Complete with their overalls and sweat shoes.

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