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NNAMDI NDU
WHOM SHALL I TELL?
But whom shall I tell?
Was the question on my mind
I have done close to five miles
On foot, only to return to that
Same old desolated house
Where everything seems breathless
Even the birds in the vicinity
Sing no more on their approach
But whom shall I tell?
I've traced my path backwards
Reenacting in my mind events that
Were occasioned by the recent past
All is in place and none is a dream
But whom shall I tell?
I've studied the signature that
Attested the document
No sign of framing or impostor
All is in place and none is a dream
But whom shall I tell?
I pull my drawer
And hear the first sound
That's not made by me
The rustle of fresh paper
An answer to the question
But whom shall I tell?
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