My Little Idol Poem by Tosin Abegunde

I must never look away
The life giving countenance
Like the route on a sub-way
That tends towards defence
Carefully built to no flaw
The master craft's model
Offered of gold, claw and law
Piercing through the heart and label.

Night of a thousand tears cluster
Victory ventured vehemently
Having filled to brim in gutter
In manifold blooms it steadily
The seed within fearfully planted
Germinates never to be uprooted.