1 – Body
From the Numbered Collection
Water-filled lungs Do not rise and fall Broken limbs Will falter beneath the weight of wind Crippled fingers and swollen lips Will make jagged edges of your touch And a bloody mess of your words, however well-intended A mind reeling around itself Eating at its own flesh Will eventually decay And your thoughts will not Seep into the soil Or float to the sky They’ll simply die with you Everything dies With you
© Ama Akoto (2018)