My Pitch High Scream Poem by Simpa Omoluabi
My Pitch High Scream
Vanilla, I scream! My pitch high scream! to your taste and belly
With a dognose put off by airborne fowl…of heaven
Still the true tale cowered not from a helly sheath
And soon the air is clear of the fowls of the heaven
To the joyful end of the angelic tale…
And this is for V. who foreshadowed
John the Baptist bow for the canker of Judass….
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