Manifest Poem by Sumaila Mohammed Rashad

I stood aghast behind the smoke walls
That rob me sight of the dance staged by the dove;
My heart flooded with a crouching force
As I look at the rain of stars from above.

Then came the hawk;
The swiftest person on wing
Bridging me over the ridge I dig
To the dais on which the dove sing;
I backed her with the voice of a pig.

The dove then rearranged into
A mosquito; not two frogs
Said I, ‘Waste no time to me infest
Give me fever; make me one of your dogs
Let your foely for me manifest'.