The Lorry From The North Poem by Tony Adah

The Lorry From The North



A certain lorry was spotted
At the international conference centre roundabout
Speeding and not moving
Crawling, humming and blaring a horn
It smoked like my grandpa did tobacco.

By its tailboard was boldly written
'No food for lazy man' and here
Precariously three young lads perched
With their vestments of filth and the smell of goats.
The rest of the lorry was a deck of three floors
Holding the goats, blinking, bleating
Coughing and sneezing.

The goats brown, black, dirty white and piebald
Were emaciated from a long journey
From the Sahel to the Atlantic ocean.
The lorry had arrived to where unlike the scorch fields
Of Kano, a lush green vegetation
Awaited them in Calabar and they were here.

Saturday, January 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: travel
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