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Lonesome Goat in Blue Funk

I am the most beautiful hollowed-horn mammal,

But this countryside has given me a horrific look,

I imagine myself standing on a stump beside the

Whirlwind, and my stomach muscles throwing up smoke

Of gray colour with satisfying compromise of burn.

Now, I am wet behind the ears of my dense sense,

Observing that the earth is green to the point of giving

Green light a bite, even when there are no green grasses

To bite, for the breadbasket of my abdominal region.

I wish I could have the energy to describe my feelings

To the world unknown, and tell my ancestors that there

Is no egg in my beer, and hunger is busy blooming a stark

White contrast to my deep dark wound of torture and travail.

I am punch drunk as a smoke duct floating on surface layer,

With my jewel of a goatic voice I bleated for help several times,

But the green grass activist is green with madness against me,

Calling me an airhead and a useless goat of the 21st century,

Just because I have five jobless husbands with no children,

It was condition that bent the waist of crayfish, this world is wicked.

Ikechukwu Obiorah is a Nigerian writer, a prolific poet, and a novelist. His poems have been published in Poetica 2019, Ponders Series, Sage Cigarettes Magazine, the Nigerian magazine EroGospel, and others. Poetry has been his sweetheart for a decade.