MALCOLM FABIYI

TAKE ME IF YOU MUST

Take me if you must, but
Not when the cries of harvest
Break the dawn
And the pregnant earth is wet with dew
From the rupture of its sac

Take me if you must, but
Do not call when I ply
Famished roads or cast
A downward gaze on cumulus clouds

Take me if you must, but
Only when my dimmed eyes
No longer can make out your sickle
And the happy chatter of progeny
Twice removed, sings me away
As you call my name.


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