(For Pride and Lydie)
By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I lost my son
I lost him to the forces of evil
Within the twinkling of an eye
Where were the symptoms?
Where were the pains?
Where was the discomfort?
Just a tiny stretch
And my boy was gone.
Leaving us in the middle of the ocean
With no boat, no life jacket, no raft.
Surely this was no fun
For where was the anvil?
There was no tie
We hadn`t been to the proms
So Lydie and I labored in vain?
And I am a doctor to others giving comfort
Was this simply another Treaty of Utretch?
Whatever it was, here I was, lumbered with an unwanted bone
No music, not even Billy Ocean
Was this what I go for all my craft?