Poets' Corner
Perfect Love (Spiritual)
Go, tell him I am gone.Far far away.
Perhaps, never to be seen.
Unto the depths, I am gone.
Remember the fish tins.
Things that tell me of him.
Tell him so;
Tell him I was here.
But now, the die is cast;
I follow the wind as fast;
Go, tell him to fast.
Days and nights; seven.
In the deep groom,
Of eternal bloom.
Where everyone that is;
Must one day groom.
Written 4/5/76.
Akeh-Ugah Ufumaka, Bronx, New York
In The Shade
Your double-faced appearanceFrightens and gladdens me
Evil is your first and favourite name
The mere mention of your name
Is to me like the injection of terror
Into resisting veins
Your masked-faced sons and daughters
Are activated when you are around
Killing body and soul of victims
You turn all creation
Faceless fearful and frightening
You and your children hurry to hide
With the approach of your enemy
Light
Tired Nature finds peace and calm
In your open arms
Lovers grin in your presence
For you provide a Love Playing Ground
Nigh
Kwadjo Attakora Baah
