Lost And Locked Poem by Tony Adah

I was out hunting bats
One fleshy one flew heavily
Into the cave to where I followed
And darkness palpable I felt
With the fluffy flight of bats
Lost and locked
I groped my way between the slaps
Of the frolicking bats.
I could feel their way and grope
In same same direction until luck
Spanked my stubborn head to the
Reality of the world
I am out free now
Only to understand that that same bat
Is the causal agent of Ebola.