The Lost Knife

A thick crime happened
As the whole world gathered
To watch the brutal victim
Lying on the grave
With police writing investigations
On the feathers of the bird

As I joined the multitude
Something caught my eyes
That glued the buttons of my shirt
To the incident of the crime

The lost knife
Missing in the neighborhood
Of the house opposite
My building
Reflects its images
In the stomach of Mrs past

Was shocked to the head
As my lips hurried back
To the evening when
We searched everywhere
For the lost Knife
Only to be found
in the pregnant woman

With my minds rambling
Speedily with the feet of a turtle
I knew it was …


About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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