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My Wife and I, A Poem by Phillip Ik Chukwu
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My wife and I
Have voiced mutual distaste
For our
cloying love.
My buttocks have gone stack-raving black.
She
is sagged like an aging wench, Wan,
Cracked from the burden
of my weight.
We both must honour this pact
Of
eternal divorce
I must leave her here
Where we
share in common
I must go on!
But once again
Uncertainties becloud my mind
Earth's four-winds lay
Before me Like identical quadruplets
which finger of the
compass prophesies favour?
Again I must seek the face of
infidelity,
I must re-woo and befriend time
My ageless
concubine
That her deft fingers may unwind my mind
From
tangled thoughts
While we bury our pain
And be married again
Once more
swallowing pride,
My wife - the Fence and I.
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Summer
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Winter
2004 Issue
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Summer
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Phillip
Ik Chukwu was born twenty years ago in Ikeja, Lagos, Nigeria,
where he obtained his primary and secondary education. He
developed a keen interest and love for poetry, and also started
writing while in high school. His poems reflect his views on the
happenings around his immediate surroundings and the global
community. He also writes novels, dramas, and short stories,
although none of them have yet been published.
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Copyright
2004, Phillip Ik. Chukwu. This work is protected under the U.S.
copyright laws. It may not be reproduced, reprinted, reused, or
altered without the expressed written permission of the author.
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