The Call Of Two Trumpets Poem by Tony Adah

I heard a trumpet at dawn
From the giraffed neck of a rooster
I rose among my rumpled beddings
Cleaning the smudges in my eyes
Another trumpet echoed
And this time around it came from the cathedral
I gropped around my room
Hastily wanting to leave for devotion.

I kicked the table and every thing fell-
A lamp without oil and half burnt candles
With creams of stale solid tears
From the light of yesterday.
I have woken again today
Thinking how to fill my tummy
And I do not know if the lamp thinks so
Of its oil tonight.

I am going to yield to the call of two trumpets
And in my supplication request
All that I need but my wants
I leave to the world.