Poets' Corner
Passions Of The Heart
Appear in ernest to latch
To the silent nerves
Of a watching ear.
Simulating in graceful bits,
The screeching sour peels
Of a pair of brass scissors
Pampering every second,
On my peace.
The seconds are arduous.
They sifter gently,
Through the window pane;
Mingling in tempo,
With my tickling heart.
Abating the spears of sorrow
From the death of my Emilia;
A tear in retrospect.
Three days ago,
This two-sided metal;
Ominous,
Was tearing Emilia's medallions
Of flesh and blood
In gentle perfidy.
I am only dreaming!
That body lay here;
A decade gone.
But my drilling syphones;
The knife at the autopsy,
Did I think,
Rang the second grill.
It was the autopsy;
Of my heart.
That kept this memory alert,
As I lay in pieces
Watching it in regression.
by Akeh-Ugah Ufumaka, 4/9/77
