--untitled--
I scar bushes
With trails
Learning
The language
Of birds and rodents
I keep
Watch with
Galagoes and
And owls
Broadcasting
Sounds of terror
I greet traps
In dew clothed
Mornings--
But.....
The
Sun dried urine
Of rats lead
Into the python's hole
The inviting
Song of birds
Lead into
A choir of wasps
My
Arrows are
Wasted on
Fireflies
And on the
Strolling wind
In the
The blinded forest
Traps yawn
In the hungry morn
They hold
In their jaws
The untrapped
©Sarpong Kumankoma
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