harvest time
seasons ready to be plucked
and counted
yams moved to the barn
woe
no yams
relatives and friends
registered deceased
the sojourners abroad
ended abroad
news for mine adversaries
many they are
the eighty-year old man
age-haunted eyes
the weary womb
have poisoned the rainfall
thrown spittle in spite
from the bush to the city
Reckoning day
whose hand is the spoiler
of the feast
reluctant for
the clasp of death
vindication acheived
judgement day
let them drink and live
prove their innocence
to the barren land
barren expectations
twenty seven of them
drank and died
litmus test accomplished
leaving us with corpses
mute expressions
a dead body and witnesses...