Loping through the cyberspace
Unperturbed by the predatory incubus
And the Dionysian doppelganger succubus -
That are, imperious magnates in charge of publishing houses
And the desperate politicians' desire to suppress
The voice of the voiceless -
Lying in wait at a crossroad of conscience.
Let the poems walk
And do the talk.
No invisible hands of incubus can reach and block
For somnabulist poems
Are deceptively kip and at the
Same time awake.
Let this be a place for the mind to rest,
Gather its thoughts
After worrisome day's work,
To reflect on the past
And be prepared for tomorrow’s onslaught.
Let this be a resting-place for the mind
For the somatic a tuffet to sit on,
It has no problem to find,
Even when tortured in extremis and
To a dark prison cell confined.
Copyright Haileselassie Girmay
28/9/93 Ethiopian Calender
Email: Poems on Walk