Owolusi Lucky Oluwabunmi
IT ISN'T TALKS
It isn’t talks that make the earth work
Tis the mills like milk that feed the world,
It clicks, and clanks, and groans, and smokes
In field and farms unfurled,
Where grey beard men plow and hoe like Mokes
Suits make nothing but talk, and pride,
And swallow milk from cows, and goat
That moos, and bleats at Manors’ farm,
Upon such work the world thus work.
From back bent below the vines,
And grains buried with broken nails.
Though the machines haul the world around
Men must stop at yonder café,
Some hurry through like subway train;
But I chew each crumb with heart of joy
It’s food that makes the world to work.
MINERS CAMP
As wing of day unfold from cold nest
Of night, ghosts from lonely beds twists.
Water began its holy job of baptism.
Engines coughs around the blocks
Speaking language of hurriedness.
Dice of time casted ticks after the hour,
Hastening feet across cold concrete.
Owolusi Lucky Oluwabunmi is an Impact & Crisis Response Project Leader based in Nigeria. He has published or has work forthcoming in magazines, anthologies and journals including, Noctivagant press, Crosscurrent, America up Diversity Report, Dietmilkmag, Zoetic Press and others. He tweets @mighty_scribe