A JOKE IN BRANAM

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