Author: Njuguna Xavier
often i have wished for Human speech…
Thee fares well, I can tell you’ve been swell
From girth on waist and wobbly gait, signs of a plenty slate
I too have tried, kitchens pried but should I say I’m good I would have lied
Fortunes have departed, deserted the Lives were once they imparted.
From slight of tongue, I tell of pang
By twitch of nose, hungers pinch void of pause
From idle chatter, of more grave matters
Tell I beg, for I’ve not fed and Tom is hosting some newlyweds.
Where to begin, this tale retold
Dear Sam has departed, so the mouse this tale started
Cathy’s beloved lays under mounds of soil now hardened
They watched him fight, saw him ebb, saw his future’s end.
I mourn dear friend, this morn my heart crumbles in bend
The gentle soul, him never foul deserved not such a brief role
Such pain it is when death this life stains
I mourn, yet still revel in the days he spent.
Hush! On my heart don’t further stomp
Cathy’s taken to rags, often I hear her rumbling pang
See her carry her son, from dawn till down goes the sun
Tilling his land, He who now bites the people’s hand.
I was there, I barely standing for worse of wear
Witnessed his visit, he who now sits on it
Selfless acts where his premise, Sam’s health his promise
For weight of glee I barely ate, the people’s son had vowed a shared slate.
Tit for tat, we strained our cords with heedless tact
Sought to this gospel spread, that heaven and earth would be ours to spend
Had they not shared a meal, true gentlemen’s seal on a deal
I was not short of glee for Sam’s well was my eventual swell.
I trod from thatch to thatch, wary lest the unbelled be keen to sweet me snatch
From they first to them least, best to worst; for him I barely slacked to pant
Dear Cathy was obsessed, and only him she unceasingly professed
And our priceless find to heaven finally arrived
Haa! You should have seen my endless gleam
Unknown, queer to a stranger I must have seemed
Only I wasn’t alone, the people were finally home
And so we made merry, to the influence of bottled berries.
Should time stand still someday, as then should things be I pray
Sweet words now turn sour, from a monstrous mouth others pour
They who toil without halt or brief, by new law now they thief
And the mouth feeds and feeds, swallowing the sweat of these rampant thieves.
Sam too frail soon fell prey to the seasons hail
To him Cathy hurries to beg Sam’s passage in his carriage
This man of the people who now mans the people
Who abodes behind a walled fortress, to negate they say common men.
He is not in, has not been, where even is he?
So say sinewed sentries, common men deterring men deemed common
‘‘Wails and cries dear woman, will move no one’’
‘’Others more important have been, they too left unseen.’’
Tears and haste mark her stride, the prick of stone and thorns aside
For she knows all too well, the calling toll of the grim reapers bell
Through the night she watches him fight, sees him ebb, sees their future end
And tightly she holds to all she owns, his only gift this son they own.
One Mouse to another
Often I have willed for Human Speech
Again and again their fortunes seek to teach
Whence did they see mice build nests by a feline’s den?
Are they blind, do they not see their shakled minds?
They loath pigs on four, choosing those on two; pigs too…..