The Whistle's Dirge

The dog trod the path
Towards the den.
The hunter sounded his whistle
Towards the dog.
The rarefaction and compression
Of the whistle sound,
Like the rustling of forest leaves
And the howling of passing wind,
Journeyed hollow through its ears.
The hunter's whistle sings its dirge,
Sooner, the dog is bathed in blood.

poem by Adeoye Adetoba
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One Bucket Of Water

One bucket of water
Razed the city to ashes.
One bucket of water
Could not quench the fire
Blazing from the town's
Central pump.

One bucket of water
A man held, jumped the
Queue to the pump.
One bucket of water
At the pump, about to
Collect water, resisted.

They stared each other
In the eye. Their tribal
Marks were different.
They threw caution to
The winds. Including
All buckets on the line.

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Red, Red, Red

Scarlet Women!
You've turned my soul crimson.
My eyes bloodshot
My heart aflamed with red fire
Ignited by the red lights in your district
And all i see is red, red, red.

Consumed by the fire you harbour,
The excitement on mutton has vanished
At the emergence of painful red sores
Acquired from your workbench.
Fire burns in my crotch
And all i see is red, red, red.

Scarlet Woman!
Woe to the man you lure into your red chamber.
Your pit of hell is pleasant at first
But the agony thereafter is hellish.
I have eaten the sour grapes you offered
And all i see is red, red, red.

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