Scopolamine Poem by Haruna Garba

Scopolamine



Gathering my sprawling tool
and a few eureka cans, I mounted the stool
to cast, shuffle, reshuffle and weld parts together:
Hypothesis could be a tricky thing
and mine like any is compromised, let time unveil.
One day! Repeat, one day!
When enough damage is done,
You will hear the song sung by canaries of the world

For the plainly attired dancers suddenly costumed
In miniature killer garments is unbelievable-
It wasn't done before
For stallion to get strapped under the loins
with miniature havoc causing belt is unbelievable-
It wasn't done before
Of course these aren't the dancers or horses we know
Some conspiring witty rays must have strayed
and knowing the invisible rays of the time,
You could be certain
man can be remote-controlled as well
Neither the drunks nor junkies ever dared
so I suspect the devil's breath
which surgeons are denied chance to figure out
for the killer's remains get mixed
with those of the innocently killed-
unmanageable mess scattered all over the sidewalks
all awaiting indecent burial,
how could anyone be any the wiser?
What the eyes didn't see,
the judge knows nothing about

Scarcely selective
That is how death is dispensed
Assault on growing numbers perhaps
which only scopolamine can do
use of which you can't prove
before any jury of the world
Scopolamine!
Sober looking zombie
Deleted memory
and who wants memory with the culprit blown high?

Saturday, February 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Haruna Garba

Haruna Garba

Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria
Close
Error Success