Tale of the Torn Drum

Photo Credit: swahilimodern.com


I am a torn drum
beaten by a leper
with six fingers and eight toes,
a mouth that talks too much
and sings the little that it knows
to no one in particular


I have bat eyes
that see not far into the past
and see the future like a bewildered masquerade
whose gyrating form casts no shadow.
My eloquence is a dry hum
of the drum that I beat

with four missing fingers
upon which the four winds blow
they carry my music across the courtyard
of my father’s compound
while his sons and daughters
and my father’s three wives
dance to the music of my drum
On withered feet that raise no dust

Copyright © 2019 Olutomi Akinsanya

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