Poems by William Mpina

Poems by William Mpina
 
 
My Father
 
Before my lips knew
How to bark
My Father left
My mother and came
My stepfather who left
My mother and came
Her friend who crept in at night
And flew away at dawn
He, too, disappeared
Like smoke into thin air
…then my father returned
 
 
 
Murdered
 
stars stomping to see
leaves rustling in fear
of winds howling to alert
a black night espoused by silence
poor Peter was murdered
under a mango tree full of fruits,
behind the kitchen. The lustful
lips of a knife smiling at him,
had no extra eye to see the anger
in the eyes of that black night
poor Peter went to heaven
not to roost but beg for freedom
 

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