Cul De Sac Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Stern faced, petulant crawl
Pulling the straws,
Fish line hooks ominously in the pull mode,
Nonchalant attitude welcomes the danger,
Blind folded by blind ears,
Eyes wide open to dust,
Sedate, mistaken public believe,

Head under the hiss of the African cobra,
Blind ears, hears no side of the danger,
Eyes on a straight line, seeing nothing up or below,
Long rope to cul de sac,
Premonition deep in the sack,
And felt deep in the brain,
Covered by a camouflage of indifference,

Sign of rainstorm oblique in the mind,
Petulant friction, a boring sow,
Sow dust discarded nonchalantly,
Tears flow onto the hot hard rock,
With steam, repelling the pain whence it came from,
Bodies pregnant with anger,
Wicked muscle turns the bore to widen the smile,

Disaster struck, avalanche of rock fall,
Hard head smashed, heart of pain on the precipice,
Dog gulping at the blood below the cliff,
And look no further than the blood itself,
The rope to mount the skyscraper,
Got cut by the steel Eagle wings,
The window washer came down flat on the ground,
Below the midget who could even look down,
And appreciate his height!



NN Feb 2012