Millstones

The stony fragments of naivety in us at dawn
Have exploded to construct millstones...

Millstones of shallow judgment
And of bitter perfection
Millstones of sickening shame
And of inscrutable wisdom
Millstones of smelly pride
And of tasteless modesty
Oh, millstones of foul wealth
And of glittering poverty...

Now we wonder why everything is heavy
As we see dusk summoning our sore feet

Nmadinachi Egwim


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