Human
The queue here Has always been The hedge lining Governors Lounge Though the flies here
Never have butter to it.
That the man closes the door Doesn’t mean he keeps secret He isn’t even a type who
Mingles with secrets
To push out dirt From one’s bottom Is not a secret though Only a dog can brag about it With its dance and wag
But the man does not walk on four.
Gabriel Etim was born in 1998. He lives near Uyo, Nigeria. He is trying to develop an interest in writing, particularly poetry and prose.