A GAME OF FOOLS
An iron gate
Of incredible height.
Locked,
Split in two
By a game of fools
Indispensable
The air I breathe.
The rising sun on my
Sun baked skin.
Satisfying,
The bread I take.
Soothing,
Dew drops.
A game of fools.
The moon overhead
A lover’s night.
A silent night
Broken by our heartbeat.
Then, on Earth,
I see our tight shadows.
Save us Holy Matrimony.
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Poem (c) Enekwe Ginikanwa