KIS ISLAND (a birthday poem for Kukogho Iruesiri Samson)
Here I stand, beneath shadeless cover
Of the wraith-like, bald trees
Shooting wearied stares at my rain-barren clouds
As I plead for words to rhyme with rhythm I beseech thee, heir of wordsmiths
Let ink run through my veins
Fecundate the uterus of my apprentice mind
With the phallus of your quill