(For Juliet, in remembrance of Romeo)
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Sky eyes, by another name
After all, what does it matter?
A rose by any other name is still a rose
That’s why regardless of the measuring rod or litmus test
And even the test of time
They will prevail
So, I thank mum
And look up to the Almighty
For without them
Both, I mean
Would I have such a golden asset
With no liability
And at such little cost?
I am not one given to sighs
And that’s because I hate to maim
I know I’m not a light feather
Even if I have a secret aim
I’ve never owned a hose
So, friend, think nothing of inertia of rest
What counts are speed, velocity, space and time.
I own my kind of veil
Even for that kind of sum
For being a Gemini twin rated highly
I never hesitate to chase them
What they want is not my median but my mean
And if possible, my math set
If only they knew my ability
Then they would think my Akum origins lost.