By Baba Galleh Jallow

 

He threw beauty upon him

And limped away

After he had shared of his heart

And walked off

In search of beauty

 

* * * *

 

He sits

Chained to a pillar

That itself has no shoulder

Upon which to cry

That itself could only stand

On its single leg

Awaiting fate

 

* * * *

 

The wooden tiger

Glared from the page

At the real tiger

As if to say

What to do bro?

 

Ends

 

 

 

 

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