A JOKE IN BRANAM
Love born
Before the death of
A funeral
The words
Of a comedian
Is only crawling
Feathers in the ears
The poet
Lives far from reality
His love songs
Are met with a colander
Heart
The lad
With seminary
Dust on his feet;
Love is only
A toy on his tongue
The sun
Of Branam is my witness
Were my emotions
Indeed molten
By rays more
Piercing than his?
©Sarpong Kumankoma
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