Poets' Corner
Lord of the Manor
Shall it be opened!Lord of the manor.
Heh, Lord of the manor.
SEEK.
We have been seeking.
KNOCK.
We've knocked down your door.
ASK.
Our lips are ajar exercising.
PRAY.
Our stomachs,
Cannot contain the hunger.
DEPART
The path is swivelled.
RETREAT!
We can't hibernate.
CRY.
We've wept our tears dry.
The horizon is bleak.
The manor is widowed.
Where are you, Lord?
Lord;
Lord of this Manor?
WHERE?
Akeh-Ugah Ufumaka
Bronx, New York
