Comments about Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Dark horse whines silently and alone
When the festered face of the moon
Leers at bulbous trees under.
Darkness comes forth with tholes he
Lives with, as festal drumming yonder
Celebrates the fickleness of weak champions.
Even trollops reign in circuses of wide-coloured
Buntings, for drunken celebrations only.
Dark horse rests on a settle, descrying the