My Black Bag Poem by Tony Adah

I took my black bag from that house
Put it in my car
And revved it in reverse gear
No one asked me to come back
My sister blocked my view
Who loves me more.
That black bag
Returning to that house
That unscrewed living room
With earth red like anthill
On the verandah stood my cohabitant
Before a frothing basin
Clanging with utensils;
Where I saw her leggies
Dripping with blood from the red visitors
I thought
Until I saw a pack of cytotec-
The killer of foetuses on the gritty floor
I will go
This time I will not stay
She was happy the black was leaving
I was reluctant to stay
In the house and see the crimson leggies
That black bag is there again
I am free from the faeces
I saw in the daytime
But dumped my feet on them at night
I am the one free like a bird
Out of the cage
With my black bag clasped
In my wings.