Love Gone Sour Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Who can tell the sorrow?
Unto what liken I this grief?
A woman bereaved of an only child
when menopause has called spent?
A man at the hanging stake
innocent of the charge?

Who can tell the weight?
Whence will he get the scale to measure?
When all available the weight can subdue

Where lies my consolation?
When the only desired has gone
Left me mercilessly muddle-headed
In the quagmire of turbulent swamp
With a knife deep in my tender part
To bleed and grieve
And die grieving and bleeding
In a place of no burial
For the wild creatures to ravage and sup.

(Monday 7th August,1997