Eddie Awusi writes

I COME A NEW SPECIE OF THUNDER

I come in the agony of a squeaking tree

Sleepwalker rainfall hallucinating

Angered shrubs running titbit protests

Over hiccups of coughing thunderstorms

I come in the anklets of bossy winds

Kaftan white on catalogue of drooling moon

I come in the raining of bullets

17 venom of death shot into the heart of a school

I come a new specie of thunder

Safeguarding and protecting

I, like a baby thunder, I growl through

A toddler, immersing myself

In prescriptive sunshine

 

The Sound of Lightning -- Ainslie Roberts